collect your cobwebs saw off your antlers between blizzards we are free the front lawn's hosting the strangest vine growth that will in time entangle all we see devastating news-hype hand delivered via secret hymns The Might Come Back Club's rites of recall are etched out on the bones of these limbs open your kimono you ha**le magnet let me see what all the kids are k**ing for consulting the Fates from far the northern states with escape routes scrawled on their back doors fanatics follow the freedom of fandom hitting straw men with plastic swords rip up the floor boards and find what they've come for you're a guest they'll begrudgingly endure I was in the kitchen with the grieving uncle and a drinking game that only he played so in tender spirits he climbed up on the rooftop to chant for the chariot brigade To our amazement out came the horses who's in charge? hell if I know The Might Come Back Club's rules of order say in this case we must row so start rowing. row!