Long Shot

I've been hiding
in this bag of bones
in this dream where no one comes
to wake me up
so long so long
chemical inversion
smiling like a blacktop cause my mind's made up

riding on a long shot and the future's loud

giants surround me wispy in the den
like ice aged animals my foreign friends
we all go feed under the halo
wide eyes meet great white grins

riding on a long shot and the future's loud
do you hear it? do you see me as I really am?
can you tell me from the crowd?

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Writer(s): Martin McNulty V Crane