Cell Mutations from Mirage by Zouaves

I was told look over your shoulder
Close your doors once the sun sets
& don't fix what hasn't broken yet

Should've known we couldn't hold it
I knew when I sold it
Their oil would be running through my veins

Peel back this automation
This town has a weak foundation
Sweet drink of mithridation
Water holes & fluid souls abound

Looking for, looking forward
All sown now in fallow
Living in the runoff of our times

Feeling for, feeling cornered
All grown now is sorrow
No more running side by side

Hold back your expectations
Push forth the cell mutations
Last breath to leave the station
Mystic blitz in stumbling toward gold

Dead of night, it's getting colder
Gleaming clouds, we're one day older
Trees crack along this sallow path

Heat of day, but we're no wiser
Come what may, it's almost over
The trees crack along our trodden path

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