10/4/18
Cell Invaders
Crashed near the islands.
Drowned in the sea.
Lost up in the highlands.
Tumbled off the peaks.
Loyal to a place, a time, people, and rhymes.
Courts of lines.
Lanes of float.
A honey pie.
For most of life.
Two miracles to follow around.
The band strikes up the sounds.
Words just can't be found.
To keep from going down.
The noise makers.
Soul takers, and fakers.
Like heart attack chasers.
Fix it all with lasers, and faders.
And cell invaders.
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