| 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 |
