Paroles de Buffalo Spiders
All told stories of known hierarchiesBled their sails on the lost journey
And left the exhibit to hunt, gone to naturally
Rural plant surgeons sit tight for the meal ticket hide
From bursts of light
See them in the night, lumbering
No choice of morals
Spiraling through some sort of network
The night lurks without a spine
The night
Lurks
Without a spine
No choice of morals
Spiraling through some sort of network
The night lurks without a spine
The night
Lurks
Without a spine
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