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This old street is dead (I helped to kill it)
With these mind drawn muscles on our (arms).
The carrion glows with (ones and zeroes)
And indifference bordering (art)
And it's not hard to see how our selfish minds can betray our foolish hearts and compromise civility.
Eyes that can't meet a gaze, chill the blood of those in receipt,
And makes them think that this is who you (are)
Thank you sir but this fee is fixed. Kind regards, perhaps suck my dick?
Dont be sorry 'if' I was pissed. Be sorry 'because' I was, prick.
I cant believe (what I'm reading)
Calm hands (led by callous hearts)
Make you feel secure (when otherwise you'd not) anoniminity, the worst thing to (confidence)
You dont judge a mask (but what's underneath) wouldn't set on fire (what you couldn't see) anoniminity, the worst thing to ( confidence )
The bombs drop and everyone stalls, glassy eyes wondering how (we got here). Hands tied to their keys, (radiate opinions over seas)
Blame lies not with cause, But concern to absolve self-guilt is rife, shoulders shrug in defeat 'how did they ever let it get this far?'
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If im, nonchalant about our misdemeanours its probably cos of
what I see most days in this gallery,
of misfortune where Im obliged for pay to care.
For me somewhat like limbo, for them it might be hell.
Although both of us are free to leave i'll be the only one who will.
So yeah when you've lost your damn keys or the car wont start. I find it hard to really give a shit.
If that diet won't work and that thing is out of stock. I couldnt care ive had enough of it.
If you want to leave town because its all got too much, embrace you can and its a privilege.
I know I should care because it means something to you. But I really dont give a shit.
How would you be different if your life was suddenly taken from you.
Go for a walk, stretch your legs take some air, put this thought in your head and then keep it there.
There are those who are heartbreaking victims of fate, who as hard as they try are at pains to relate.
Their body a prison, all motion on wheels. The hands that feeds changes with every meal.
The organs that love and produce are destroyed, cos their piss cant escape them and you think you're fucking annoyed?
Did I ever tell you, of that time in Beijing?
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I have a flaw, it's very insistent and oh so assured, that I can't ignore it.
(try to leave me)
and I swear I'll fucking kill you.
(I'll make you see)
which one of us is in control"
try to leave me
i'll fucking kill you
We're not pictures but puzzles,
Becoming clearer with age,
Id misplaced my pieces,
Found them in this masquerade.
Spirals you turned to circles
Then unfinished boxes into rows of squares (it changed my life)
Symmetrical folds replaced the creases.
I heard (have another go)
but know that chances arent a gift but a knife from me.
Removal would be cause to bleed out, you have my sympathy.
Well you can keep your sympathy
A ruse a ruse! (Turning back on itself)
A disease a wound! (Now a picture of health.)
And much stronger now, due to healing myself.
A bruise a bruise! (But its not from abuse.)
You're stuck with this kid, you got nothing to lose.
In a seat advantage from facing the truth.
I have a flaw, it's very insistent and oh so assured, that I can't ignore it
But I dont want to. Im stronger now with you!
77 for you 57 for me!
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We have never been particularly good at cards
(due to playing our)
hands face up from the deal but it never was about
winning or losing just the thrill of doing something for ourselves
and there you go...
Hang me for my sins
but dont paint me as a sinner
to exacerbate your pain
and recruit a common neighbour to your cause
Bottled was conflict and kept as a secret
made esoteric when fate piqued the need for demand
Everything we'd buried in the past
being now observed through cleaner glass
can be seen to be
moving with a purpose
and these restless spectres seem to have a goal
maybe this will be as close to the divine that we will likely ever get
its not the same, it will be tough
don't write us off because theres plenty of the fight left in us yet
Now I know that having no major complaints
won't stop me from feeling sad some days
and I know I can be so far left from right
that I can seem so out of tune.....
but it is never out of spite
You've never known conscription
let alone war
never found yourself lying up prone all night
afraid to sleep incase the darkness steals the dawn
no fear, no problem that you cant fix yourself
as the cards are laid on the table
it becomes clear that one of these hands is fixed
its doubtless that this was ever about the game
just a method of instigating planned results
im done
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released September 8, 2014