my brain is slow to catch up with all the joy that's everywhere clouded by all the filth i've left a trail of bodies in my wake up to dreaming through all these years about the wrong way to get around i don't remember when i left the ground there is a lot of homework that's settled down from the passing storm there are weeds whose roots have reached every nerve ending all possibilities for a spectacular floral coral moralistic life
clouded begins with the final chords of run but you ran still ringing, making it seem as if the two songs are one. the shortest song on alas, clouded passes by without drums, closing quietly and subtly.
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