Vulmia

Your toes will grow
'nto the grass.
You will learn to know
the ground.
When the Sun gets bigger and hotter
it will swallow you.
And after all, nothing at all to fight.
In the Sun
you know.
In the Sun
you know.
You’re not paying
attention.
You know this is
a fact.
You’re p®etty so breathe
relax.
Flail or limp, I promise
this will thrust you.
And hands that clutch
will be ripped apart
for good
In the Sun
you know.
In the Sun
you know
You’re not paying
attention.