(2015)
"We have two American flags always: one for the rich and one for the poor. When the rich fly it means that things are under control; when the poor fly it means danger, revolution, anarchy." - Henry Miller
Calmly, lay down your arms. Homely dawns brought you here and our wheelhouse is empty The cyclical cycle of fear A broken home to blame
With effortless, profound lore, as cliched as lyrical facebook pos… that vibrates the shimmering silen… If the populous only knew the cost… Guiding lights,
I’ve been handed down lessons from the hands of cold women Sprouting from another man’s heart and I’ve read 'em outside and apar… I wished I was a golem
Feeling lethal tonight Pushing my fingers deep in my eyes Pain can only parallel my plight My heart is racing Can’t stop an inevitable relapse
A siren by any other name We shared one moment Scattered through memory Infinity still spent You are apathetic
Put on the mask Convey some sense of bravery You fucked up your first task She’ll give you no quarter I’d rather be an untried shell
At home with demons The true hell is solitude Vexing time elapse You are my gargoyle And affliction stains the soul
I, I can feel this, Yeah, I can feel it This, vast futility, Oh, Facilitating me Wilderness rising,
Her arms sank into liquid A kingdom gone An infested cranium It overruns her lungs Hell hath no fury
Amorphous pace I drift above the ground The sea of corpses Round trip; I’m drowned Time is now
Floret hums over concrete Wilted Casting thin shade
Poster children for lethargy Old man, take your torch back, We’ll save it till the day’s wreck Talk your shit I’ll grind my ax
I wanna be called irreverent the void is gripping here Motion to the chest, sans-head What color would be fear? Break open the abscess,
You’re watching your body crumble and the chunks falling build a cor… The shade in your wake, only proves you’re ahead of the wr… The Archetype better fits the opp…
Our lives could forever be a joke, we fragment at the scent of perfum… In a toast to the waxing moon, we can drink to the waning good ti… Too old to breathe life into the p…