a history of the map of the world



body changing

cut off your hands and throw them in the air

how does it feel when nobody cares about your lack of pain. it's so depraved

a crying shame

christ, what might be misery is right

the kind of disregard some got is never having worked their lot

i could debate it but sooner nothing to say

a crying shame

christ, what might be misery is right

highest to this state is unknown, i used to relate what i was shown

and what i made; making mistakes

a crying shame

christ, what might be misery is right



world maps

i have world maps now and i've had world maps before

it's always been hard to be amazing but it's even easier being crazy than ever before

i used to get the news from my front door, now the views i get to keep me bored

it's weird to keep staving off this light your penetrating me in swells

i've made world maps galore and i've burned world maps for sure

between two opposite extremes relating is a thought to validate restraining, oh well

i didn't really spare to learn the mores and the language that i spoke i heard never before

but i've picked apart the plains and worn down the mountain range while endlessly awake

i have world maps now and i've had world maps before

it's the weight to keep us gazing over the right to keep complaining



crowns

protected by the crown the canopy abounds

profundity can not be found by revealing through the shroud

this forgotten world can't take it, the sun is folklore

foundations breaking, shaking through the core

planting the same familiar seeds when no one is around

a place so plain there's no hook to hang yourself from how you're wound

this forgotten world can't take it, the sun is folklore

foundations breaking, shaking through the core

all the trees falling down when no one is around

to hear the lumbering sound of trees losing their crowns

this forgotten world can't take it, the sun is folklore

foundations breaking, shaking through the core



infinity's wake

i banged my head against the concrete, ya

it's real. real tiring

i made my bed and set it on fire, ya

that's real. real surprising

i shaved my head, it meant nothing again

it's sheer desiring

eternal the truth, to thine own self let loose

reveal the findings

i spent instead the night without you again

in fear of spiralling

to betray at cost, fear of catching a loss

i'm still bargaining

i banged my head against the concrete, ya

it's real. real tiring



pure joy is the anthem

free the steeple, free the maypole

free the artist, free the people

nobody knows im soprano, nobody knows im baritone

pure joy is the anthem

nobody knows im tenor and bass, nobody knows im castrato

pure joy is the anthem, seize the mark and tame the curse

its a lie if its all legal, its not life if it doesnt hurt

digging graves or just deep holes, a restless voice or a grave mistake

pure joy is the anthem, and in your style youll make it work

pure joy is the anthem, and what you earn is in your mirth

pure joy is the anthem, and a smile is all its worth

pure joy is the anthem, pure joy is the anthem

pure joy is the anthem.



ride the ghosts down

new songs for an old player

new words for an old prayer

how long does this keep going on

its going on forever

ride the ghosts down

old dreams for a new believer

an old plan for a new self deceiver

i know exactly whats going on

deriving meaning for its own pleasure

ride the ghosts down

an old beat for an old standard

old hat for an old master

from where is this all coming from

its coming for the answers

ride the ghosts down



runners

dealers of the spray, owners of the shade

dancers on the stage sharpening their blades

runners in spades, runners all the same

runners have to say it's the runners right of way

wide open mistrust whilst little touched

it's still not enough to make a better day for you and me

actors off the page miming loops insane

working out the gain, sorting through the change

wielders of the trades, runners acting brave

servants of the saints, lovers unafraid

wide open mistrust whilst little touched

it's still not enough to make a better day for you and me

runners into flames, runners take the bait

almost getting paid but don't know how to beg

settlers of the state, nesters of a cage

runners out of caves into the lives they've waived

wide open mistrust whilst little touched

it's still not enough to make a better day for you and me



warm and raining

i'm tired of the dream where i can't stop sleeping

i'm laying on my back desperately waking

it's the alcoholic's seam that won't stop splitting

it's feeding the obscene as i go on starving

fuck this whole city, i've had it plenty

in your eyes a shining energy

begging for more light and memories

you'll do anything to appease me

you know, where you feel your own ringing

telepathically beaming

if i were you i'd be me

just latch on, just latch on, just latch on to me

and slide up, and slide up, and slide inside of me

an insert observing, asserting its needs

just grab on, just hop on, just hold on to me



silhouette of a leaning cowboy

i showed it off to all my friends

i wore it upon my head

i wanted it to be the end

i wanted it to be something

and everyday i start the trend

where everybody knows me when

everybody is my friend

and everyday i be something

hey now macaroni and ol blue jean blues

you can't stick a feather in your cap anymore

i wanted her to come again

i wanted her to show her face

i wanted her to be my friend

i wanted it to mean something

i swore to god that's what i meant

swearing to tell the truth makes sense

but you would never swear you said

it's better to lament instead

i am the weather, and you, you are glib

you can only stick a feather where you've stuck it once before

i sold it all to make amends

i wrote it off as an expense

the truth i've found has its bends

seeming that it's seen some things

and everyday i make this bed

to do it all over again

counting down until the end

silhouette of a leaning cowboy

i am the sinner for which i can afford

but you can only stitch a feather in the colours of your lore



perfect health forever

i'd rather be alone in a shroud of perfect health forever

not to be too low brow but perfect health forever

i don't mean to make you cry now, perfect health forever

set my words in my stone, but how, perfect health forever

diamonds where once my cut out eyes, wow, perfect health forever

what energy was mine is now perfect health forever

everyone must die, pow, perfect health forever

as long as i am unwound, perfect health forever

now's the time to come down, perfect health forever

everyone looks damn fine now, perfect health forever



the ocean's chomping at the bit

the world's a graveyard covered in shit

the world's a bonfire waiting to be lit

everybody's confused and throwing a fit

and the ocean's just chomping at the bit

i'm blowing kisses and taking wishes

i fought the system but gained no wisdom

i'm done reading prisms and fucking bitches

and finding the heartiness in stark prisons

there's a big band in my pants playing our song

a violent serenade, a menace to us all

cut out my tongue, unfurl my fist

cause the ocean's chomping at the bit

i'm blowing kisses and taking wishes

i fought the system but gained no wisdom

i'm done reading prisms and fucking bitches

and finding the heartiness in stark prisons

the world's a graveyard covered in shit

the world's a bonfire waiting to be lit

everybody's confused and throwing a fit

and the ocean's just chomping at the bit