Blind Division

Gathering to be seen. What else would it be Listen to me is often said I throw out my arms. I'll point to some chairs This is where we'll build the future of things Grab more wine by the neck Like we'll grab each other's throats We'll wash our hands down by the river And the fish will jump right in Fish grows past the jar Fish outgrows the tank Fish beyond the lake And we'll outgrow the flood The world descends from us And we'll let the river carry the stones Far from here, we'll take it all from here Bless our mess, your blind division, airy and fleeting, and overblown, we'll leave you alone Bless our mess, you're blind to vision, Aryans fleeing, and overgrown, we'll leave you alone Bless our mess, your blind division, airy and fleeting, and overblown, we'll leave you alone