if all at once



boring to be wild

the burning fields the smell of screaming flesh the busy ants eating dogshit

heaven knows it's my bad breath shooting pain through my dick

smoking the honey pretending in satan

befriending the garden pest how can you still doubt that love is real

i've got my guns and you've got your drums

sticks to the beat, the company i keep

a feasting rat on the end of war playing a dead guys guitar

giving breath to too many fires, wishing upon too many stars

you're cool w/ me eating your scraps so long it's me in the cage

i wanna live forever if only for a day

rolling in money everyone takes you burning through the yields fencing off farmer's fields

the stinking flags the common death pouring out of my chest

trying to make amends with nothing making any sense



carve the genitals precisely but just a lump for the head

if you're slogging through the same old bog hold on to something to someone

i'm trudging through this thing too but so what

if you're not connecting to anyone hold off and love when loved

it has now transparently begun to wear off

we're collecting hindsight as it comes from an inside take on everyone

i held a bouqet of flowers to my chest for years waiting for time to take my picture

but i left it one day for the wild, to reach the divine for an uncertain future

and so that's how i found my way to your smile through this long and timeless pattern



purity test

if sweet love's enough into the garden we will keep planting on our knees

it's sideways right away i noticed our fate already enchanted

unspoken of all things lost to the signs and unexplained


if such a touch could hold us to our knees with grace obscene

the tirades the vanishing of moments the charades pretending we hadn't noticed

this thing of trying to control what we couldn't change


we fold so much and silently agree on songs to sing

we're finding our voices cracking and broken surprising ourselves chanting and floating

and quietly bemoaning the notes that we couldn't reach


and when the day begins to end violenty breathe into simpler dreams

it's deciding the forgotten purpose of smiling

it serenades the unending voices that betray the silence in knowing we're going the right way

if sweet love's enough into the garden we will keep planting on our knees



doomsayer

shut up shut up shut up shut up shut up you

through it you can't see your impending doom

oh goddamn, goddamn goddamn, oh goddamn

everybody is doomed certainly kindness is due


it's too much too much too much too much too much to prove

controlling the tense it's a defensive move

oh goddamn, goddamn goddamn, oh goddamn

the winds of change are whispering true the song of death is whistling its tune


sing it sing it sing it sing it sing it through

though it is sung everyone's out of tune

oh goddamn, goddamn goddamn, oh goddamn

the sign says this is the news the time has come to start singing the blues


there's too much too much too much too much too much to do

the master officially quoted saying you'll all rue

oh goddamn, goddamn goddamn, oh goddamn

with the certainty of kindness infused worshipping philosophy's queue


pull us pull us pull us pull us pull us through

we'll do what you want just fend off this certain doom

oh goddamn, goddamn goddamn, oh goddamn



undesire

if life's taught us nothing to use the magic touch

we're going crazy, balancing the luck

and then there's the back pain and you gotta find a job

no one will miss me when i'm gone


in craving the comfort of shedding myself of it all

my head's on backwards i'm beginning to the see the big fall

maintain composure, we're killing ourselves, what's wrong

no one can see me, everything's falling apart


in the long silence i lost my voice and all i'd known

to run a major rush for things to come rambling on and on

to stake my claim into the heart of what i could make

to awake in a state unclaimed



all powerless

the mode of creation is violence

inside it's small

have yervor the fervor and pitched while it's hot

yervor gasp upon your gaze, grasping your own rage

and yervor the stardust where yervor the stardust wanes

oh, we know, the mouth is running off the tongue and running on and oh, we know


the song of vocation is silent

the bell on a suicide clock

a little dwindling never hurt anyone

and if the heart doesn't break it melts slowly in place

this empty space from which there's no escape

oh, we know, the darkness bends into the light it's turning on and so we know


all of vibration is shining

its reflection air tight

we're spinning to ground our own minds

the glimmer and the glaze trying to reciprocate

swaying through the grass in the glade with grace

oh, we know, the sharpened mossy edges of the night are growing on us oh, we know



whilst the midst

so i'm here again what have i survived it's the little lies that keep us going

with a glint of pride and a hope refined balancing the tides riding the diamond

it's the edge of the knife perfect fitting wisdom the will to live in distinguished glimpses

it's a satellite perfect fitting hinges even in the light the levity is finding

it's not a ploy essence of joy you've got me going so i can show it

separate the dice and roll twice you're in my head thinking my voice

in it's my home it's all unknown i've got no choice you've got me soiled

it's so wrong but it's my life you're my only source and it's my only story

so i'm here again what have i survived it's the little lies that keep us going

with a glint of pride and a hope refined balancing the tides riding the diamond


misc kiss misc lips

is it the body sore or the mind bored

it's the least i can resist

it doesn't hurt to face yourself but

it's gonna make ya sick

we're sent from lost time to arrive and survive the signals the signs

hide your bumpkin wrapped up in moleskin

misc kiss misc lips

i wish i could go back and tell them all

that i love them and make it stick

we're sent from inside to rise and rise the rhythms the rhymes

don't let the sunshine wash out a good time

continually wish for instantaneous bliss

convert to the light side a particular flight

but is it legit or an ingenious schtick

it's written down now now now now



holdover

goodnight i hope the pain is ok

this might be the last thing that i say

i'm right here in between the walls waiting and waiting

there's no misconstruing the proof

from how high can i hang the truth

and how fast can i fall yet


it's delight in the little things

it's divine the way you wear your energy

it's surprising the way you caught me thinking and thinking

there's no misconstruing the proof

part of me can't let loose

and part of me can't hold back


we're comprised of many stories

describe them all to me

surmised and translated from our future into dreaming

there's no misconstruing the proof

supposing we don't know the facts

the heart of us holding in tact


goodnight i hope the pain is ok

this might be the last place i stay

i'm right here not moving at all i'm awake and i'm waking

there's no misconstruing the proof

from how high can i hang the truth

and how fast can i fall yet