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Now he's back again, still talking through the dust About money, about the kids About forty years of digging dirt Cold coffee and collared shirts Double threaded under dull light When your arms won't fold You're so sick for home Now you're back again Walk in through the dust The same floor holds the same chairs Bent backs for collared shirts You breathed dust Stars shine through tin on plaster Straight arms won't stop the world Dust hangs in the dull late light You're so sick for home He breathed stone. Breathe

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 08, 2026

No dragging you back through the cold No furious return No lock, no heat, no chamber No shoulder to carry you home When the ground lets go When their ground let go They never came back Yeah we create calm, stability But the backdrop showed Now we're weightless Left for dead There's no sorry songs left Like mother and son, you checked out You feel weightless through long weeks The weeks are like years But real or not, lеft for dead There's no sorry songs lеft

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 08, 2026

You can take out the bad air and seal the atmosphere Get cold cloths for her aching head As time slows for another year Through all the small gods descending waving soft hands to lay You never thought you wanted to escape You never felt the weight You never wanted to escape. Now you're a stranger You can take back the faces and names You'll hear their words again You walked out of good grace For quiet miles and better years When the small gods descended When they raised their hands You never called it escape You never felt the weight of poison in the air and good grace

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 08, 2026

Don't kick the tires, we're out of air If there's water in the fuel then Drop the bricks and cut the ropes Call it out, west of north Look up. That sound in the sky It moves slow We're on the clock, hand in hand Then two by two you disappear How'd you make it safe, how'd you keep control Don't kick the tires, they held us up Look up. That sound in the sky It's slower than it seems You're not dead yet. Can we fly to the sun When you said you had a plan, I didn't understand

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 08, 2026

You're all cut apart. It's hard to find the words when you speak She chews the air silently And through the haze, like a pulse, you sing We cut ourselves apart. We're all tired As you wade back silently, through the haze, like a pulse, you sing. When we sing When the river slows When the red light breathes When the silence sings With the water at our knees We're alone So what's the pressure for

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 08, 2026

Just a worn out phrase We keep dulled down The same old family frame With our skin stretched out You only planned for the best, for the debt You like problems to solve But you can't trust down When we fall through the floor We can't come back Set by hand, bad news moves fast So familiar, what's hidden in the floor

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 08, 2026

One last thought Like we're choking on lampblack Can't sit still But can we wait it out? Run for the exit But you spin so fast you can't see You'll never get away that way When you spin so fast, you can't see You said we'll never get away You said run for the exit One last thought Try to paint the page black You want a wheel to hold You want to feel like you're going home

Submitted by Morgoth — Feb 08, 2026