Ex-Ravers - Zach Hill

I changed my mind

By clearing the room

Ball, chain, kick the dead pen

Blackness on the field, inhalers rush in

All the trippy yuppies expand in the lights

Looping in their corners like truly whatever

Met the ex-ravers at the mega-church

They improvise life

No reception in here

I changed my mind

By clearing the room

Yesterday, it was tomorrow again

You were on the cover, dripping, it’s nothing

I don’t understand their numbers

The colors don’t change

When the light doesn’t live on the lane

I changed my mind

By clearing the room