NATIVE LYRICS

"Brass"

The mare slows to warn him of bees
His eyes veer.
Verdict steers
Planks fall from might.
Dirt crumbs
Legs form to stems.
Cells grow
legs form
legs form
Road leads to here
use thins like soil
Road leads to here
Use thins like soil

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