Locusts

This is goodbye another locust goes flying by

And now it's time for the circus to sleep

Suddenly it's quiet then it suddenly starts to breathe

It's what you expected, better run, better hide your face

I bet my life on a jetpack on Strawberry Hills

I fan the fires, oh for fun and for hire

Can't imagine nobody will run away, train of thought

And I'll understand if you come to conclusions

Your demented dreams

They're holding up despite of me