| Lucky Strike - barely intelligible garble is what directs infects jargon that steers you to the wreck toiled and twisted day after day after day you become withered and worn a time tested flesh machine look back at the work look and laugh look and cry look at what you've become look at what you've accomplished work consume reproduce
I Wish I Could Do The Backstroke - out again humming that same monotony knowing yet again that familiar feeling that torn chance dream held together by just that little bit by that tiny spec of something promised can you see it yeah well maybe you'll reach it one day along with that calm pool because in this pool it's sink or swim but you're caught doing the dead man's float i wish i could give you something different but i'm lying in the water face down beside you
Choirs And Cannons - what did we do to what we had why did we break down all of us your voice in my head what was it that you said choirs and cannons like a million screaming voices explosions regrets the things we did all those memories deafening me blasting in my head i can hear you i can hear them what happened to us where did we go wrong what happened to you and i why did we lay down and die choirs and cannons to deafen you and i to deafen us and blast us away
Shifting - these motives seem so long forgotten so please remind me why i'm in this chair again and please remind me what is the lesson learned because your mouth only moves so slightly leaving me clutching to what you've said words that are only cut and paste words supposed to make me feel for esperanza when she can only bleed me further dry shifting me sideways in this chair so please remind me why it's so the same and why it always hurts so bad
Direct Hit - Can't make the pain stay forever days are gray and the sky is always within reach remember when the past was tomorrow don't burn or bury me push me away I'll fade can I have your nightmares don't know why this moment hasn't passed hollow tipped words through quick shallow breaths remember the day she passed away slip and fall shatter like glass this cruel existence misleads you everyday there is no tomorrow today wasn't supposed to be always looking to the past never saw the future coming I'd rather burn in the night then feel the false comfort of masked sincerity with broken promises and nightmares coming true signal the others let them come and see
Easy Chair Method - awaken in time to a mechanism eyes flicker at the whisper of some distorted heaven soothed with electric fingers the socket screams a thing so intent on violence an offering made by greedy hands this is the making for a good excuse a substitute point your finger at the scapegoat box ease the blame with self fulfillment a babysitter these are the makings of a "how to" without the will of execution given birth by a subconscious friend
Torn Safety Net - This will be destroyed time has passed the world is done three strikes of the pen open eyes broken glass lead pours into the mold tools are being built exhume the foundation stare for hours at the flickering lights is this how you wanted it to be
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Sleeping Boy The Paranoid - spray painted the pot and kettle ground down sheet rock and metal rock slide mud slide land slide it's all coming down and i'm waiting for it cast out the black built up the monolith cast out the red i leave with apathy turn out come here spineless boy she said come here paranoid sleeping boy
My Fist Smells Like Graveyard - claim your place as victim in the perverse knowledge of something to fall back on with hands held so loosely as i pour the water through so many times i tried not to wonder conflicts avoided words mumbled under breath truth buried out behind a face the advantage taken with no thought to rectify when the well is dry they will reattach themselves and again the face smiles but not to mine
We Don't Belong In Concrete - outgrown these shoes long ago standing taller shooting better the perspectives have changed can't be this way forever the new is tired and old fresh faces showing their lines lives have started and finished watch them pass everyday watching them fall always a mystery when a face disappears don't want to be here but the roots run too deep we don't belong in concrete but where else will we go
The Night Builders - Take down the clouds and burn the town just leave me a boat so I can escape it's too late I have no intention of calling this off this is where we'll die and wake to black and white dreams with our fists hidden behind lies tomorrow won't come the night builders pulled down the sun with shackled limbs and sleepy eyes touch your last morning forget I ever existed |
