Sister Strongman - Lake, XX

Two or three years back
The lake sheened
Flecked with
Flakes of the most precious gold
And day broke
Night fell
The sun rolled
To the hills
Plenty of callow rumors to spill, now
Fake it
You'll make it
Be cool, not original
You have forever to be dead
Don't think about it
It's truer if you shout it
You'll never be this young again
You'll never be this young again
Waste it, get wasted
The sooner you face it
The better off you'll be in the end
And go on without it
My mind is clouded
I have forever to be dead
I have forever to be dead
I have forever to be dead
I have forever to be dead

Written by:
Austin Bergstrom

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