Growin up in a biosphere
with no respect for bad weather
there`s still roaches and ants in here
so resourceful and clever.
Her great grandfather saw the future
didn`t know nothing bout panic,
he certainly probably thought
that it was unthinkable.
There`s a trace o mint
wafting in from the north
so we don`t fuck with the 401
it`s bigger than us or
larger than we bargained
I guess it`s just not done.
His great grandfather worked for Goodyear
he`d see the blimp on Sundays
wonder what the driver knew
about making rubber tires.
Terrarium, O Terrarium
There`s submarines out there under the ice
avoiding and courting collision
an accident`s sometimes the only way
to worm our way back to bad decisions,
My great grandfather was a welder
he helped to build the Titanic
he didn`t certainly think
that it was unsinkable.
Building up to the larger point
with an arrogance not rare or pretty
we don`t declare the war on idleness
when outside it`s cold and shitty.
We stay inside and try to conjure the fathers of
injured and faking
if there`s glory in miracles,
it`s that they`re reversible
Terrarium,
O Terrarium