The Drought Songtext
von Dice Throw

The seeds were planted before our time
Now the bed′s gone stale
And these stems aren't mine
An observation of a lack of growth in a while
The leaves have turned they′re falling one by one
Rotting in a pile


This poisoned Eden, fading eternal youth
A spitting image of your rejected truth
Collectively we sought after flourishing
What could've been an awakening

And in the end

We're birds of the same feather
We flock together
But we only pick out the seeds
We individually need