if, all at once
boring to be wild
the burning fields, the smell of screaming flesh, the busy ants eating dog shit
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 guy's 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 bouquet 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 violently, 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 cue
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 time 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