track 3 (colors_collapse "have you seen...")

you could have expired the sun
worn out it's gases and moved on
but you laid down your guns
and walked away as though you'd won
then reasoned the epiphany
of prometheus struggling
filled his heart with bumblebees
and finally quit pushing

if you don't mind the smell
the rancor
of this slow death
(i'd not mind one bit)
if you stayed here
'til the sun sets on me
until the sun sets on me.