Floodwaters Defiance, Ohio

I was wading through the floodwaters
And you were waiting out a drought
Do I have that kind of love?
Is that what it would take to see this out?

Hold your empty disemboweled gas tanks up high
Turn them into a bong or a still
Looting through the gas stations, tilling up our backyards
That's my rosy picture of the end times, my friend

Bodies crumble about as fast as a house in the sun
And what you leave behind
Is an incorporeal monument of time
Whether by needle, your own hands, war, an empty belly, bus, or bug

We all go separate and together
And as such, while I'm alive
Please show me love
Show me love, show me love, show me love