Cardboard Frames from Division Rising by Morrison Graves

All lost, erased, water surrounding.
Seeps in the mouth yet nothing to taste.
Elongates this drowning in place.
One last illusion, the land slips to waste.

There's half the mind to scream when drowning in this sea.
Choking on a force volition.
Gasping on what they define as free.
There's no counting casualties.
Who pays the fee?

Odyssey fails, islands surrounding.
Sand under nails yet no ground is there.
Their mistep is hollow and vain.
One can't see nothing, they're flooding this place.

There's half the mind to scream when drowning in this sea.
Choking on a forced volition.
Gasping on what they define as free.
There's no counting casualties.
Who pays the fee?

There is a man in a cardboard cutout frame.
He's lost to the grave.

• Rock
• Surf Rock
• indie
• psych
• psychedelic
• psychedelic rock
• Oregon