Most things happen follow a bad moon in a bad mood

Red wine hollow trapped in a bad tree from a bad fruit

Sixteen scratches barking round tree

In the ski lift sparking

Rounds of silence

Pounds of violence

Chances are catches all broken violins

Temper tantrums broken mirror doused in Vicodin

Sounds of silence

Silence try this

Into celebrate.

 

Here we go with the inhale

To bail us

Set sail us

Higher waters

Higher sailors

 

Beard growth stunted; like to switch our style up

Guaranteed chances with a whiff of fresh buttercup.