The wilderness.

Trapped in a river after running away,
there were the Red circle waiting for us
to wash away-we set up camp
one fucking day, let time wash away in
the wilderness and the water-water-waterfall
the wilderness, a serious trip- a fall
we have to do it all, just to survive
against the red circle, the red circle
that is our demise.
Demise.

The wilderness.
yea. The wilderness. Yea,
the wilderness yea.
And that and that is our demise
the wilderness yea. The wilderness yea.
The wilderness yea.
The wilderness yea.

That is our demise as we drown in waters
of different colors and of outer and inner
confliction- some of addiction.
That is our demise but one hand and one hand over
and grasp together we come to a ranch in the indigo
wilderness.