Season's circling the drain.
Bout time to get uncomfortable.
Back into the sprawling mass of humanity.
Every trinket bauble and totem can't stop the next train.
The next phase. The next big talk.
Treatment. Things. Advanced Pharmaceuticals.
Prying open the business ends of shattered clockwork
deranged gears and gibbering gizmos.
Won't have to think about it if there's an out.