Howdy from the above
It's under the hat
Murky, the stack
Power drones across the sky
Pooling clouds the borders fly
In between is where I sit
On top of my neck a head does
Fit; grueling day of sleepy spine
Lay me down for recent crime
Unsold good is extra bad
Maestro could you set me sad
Orchestral revolution fought
Conception conduct mister taught
Foundry stone a fervent journey
Field of cones a servant story
Milder days, a nauseous glory
Take it as a fearful training
Thinking I'm a bear of gaining
Hibernate to the song of sorrow
Wake up in a head tomorrow
Roman Ryan 