Death of This Dry Season - Brainoil

A facade extending deception

Veils lifted to conceal the destruction of the sun

Conversations have come to kill inside

An empty chasm, hollow and parched by the sun

Organisms fade in numbers

A barren land awaits a storm to replenish

A touchstone will measure, this facade cannot live

Death of this dry season approaches

Condensation gathers up above

The veils wear this exposing what’s beneath

Rain begins to replenish the soil

Veins are full of fluid

The sun once again retreats