Letra de Buffalo Spiders
All told stories of known hierarchies
Bled their sails on the lost journey
And left the exhibit to hunt, gone to naturally
Rural plant surgeons sit tight for the meal ticket hide
From bursts of light

See them in the night, lumbering
No choice of morals
Spiraling through some sort of network

The night lurks without a spine

The night
Lurks
Without a spine