TUBA

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This world can be consumed 

Eat

gorge and you will stay hungry

a famine will kill you

Before you know it 

your feet are turned up and in

stifling your soul, inverting your eyes 

making it so you are unable to recognize beauty

Wayfarer 

we need to cross the desert to reach the oasis

Flee from the port

set sail 

depart before the night 

before the city lights hypnotize you

I saw your fingers clasp your neck last night

Wayfarer

take my hand, let me show you

keep yourself close, so close you can hear your body drum

Feel the sand in your hand

and soon we will be before the tree

our exile will come to an end