I'm so tired of love,
I'll spend some time in the dark
Without context
You can never miss your mark
And I've been trying
To explain to you that part
But you don't understand.

Well if you're lying,
Would you dare to speak the truth?
I've been thinking
Too much about you.
You're such a mystery
I'll be there to write it all
On the walls
Inside my skull.

Come on babe, you can feel it in my bones
Don't you think you're the one inside my song?
I've been lying, too scared to tell the truth
You're the one I made my home.

I've been known to haunt rest stops in Michigan
I know enough to know I'm never doing this again
And I've been lying, too scared to tell the truth
Take me home, don't take me home

Come on babe, you can feel it in my bones
Don't you think you're the one inside the song?
I've been hiding, don't wanna get found out
Cause I need to watch my mouth.

Grace this filthy wasteland
With the touch of your hand
With fingertips like wellsprings--
Your voice,
A warm string.

Give life to this place--
Blighted by the curse
Alight it deep with meaning,
Percussing with your heart.

Take the shriveled oak
And let it shine bright once again!

Gather all unopened treasures
And make their contents known!

Rake decay from every child,
Violent waters-- make them mild!
Lock away the conflagration
That's shown its ceaseless fury.

And while you sew this garden
Tuck with fervor every seed
And be sure to thank good Michael
For every passionate deed!

For anything specific
(The sinuses of leaves)
Is afforded by a terminus
(The history death weaves)
And if you ever laughed,
You laugh at death
You murderous ****!
So take another beating
For the monster you've become.

A mother's warm embrace,
The emerald forest's splendor
The kindness of a friend
A scoop of chocolate ice cream

Everything is laced with poison
That works on me in measures

The father's stolid countenance
To an honest, pure catharsis
The concept of decisions
Or trying to be selfless

Everything is laced with poison
That works on me in measures

A sifted moral construct
That builds the world up better
Like feeding starving children
And marching on together

Everything is laced with poison
That works on me in measures

From the completion of this circle:
The ghost of a reason
Can be the only thing we live for
Despite the things my father says.

He tends to see things more straightforward
He says he doesn't think as deeply as I do
It's not his fault but I'm just saying
We're running into problems.

THE WAY MY DEATH SINGS
THEY GAVE THE MOST
THE VERSIONS OF ME
WHO DIED FELT LOST

THEY WORSHIP THEM
AND I DO TOO
BUT I CAN'T SING
THE WAY THEY DO

IMPERFECT HANDS
DEFILE AND BRING
THE CERTAIN END
OF EVERYTHING

BUT VERSIONS OF ME
SUFFERED THROUGH
THOSE VERSIONS I
NOW LISTEN TO

Turn green to see you lively
With empty, bruised eyes
A heart that's tilted backward
While others dive right in

I'll set the world on fire
I'll **** off all my hopes
You'll say I didn't have to
But you were wrong
You think you know better
I'm stuck in the concrete
I've already let this go.

We probably said I'd better not
Better not claw angrily at God's ankle
Slip my silver fork into the empath's cradle
Where phyla of plants tickle the head
Of that marble-eyed wonder
That perfect bead...

A cone, her stem and trunk
A canopy raised now tickles the stars
And her leaves falling like withering tears
But they become good dirt
But they will feed the Earth

Oh I know, and it's me
Hiding up in that tree
Telling people things they don't want to hear...

Oh, I know
And it's me.

My sides slipping through branches
Like freedom of expression
To get this off my chest
And onto my back
Like a spine

A shadow who cares by not caring
Because caring is careless
So it has to be someone, something
It would have to end sometime.

A graceless satori in the desert of abstraction
Surrounded by children of Aquarius
The self is now, will we rage later
For water?

I lick the fangs slipped inside me
Does wrath come and go innocently, gently
Like swishing scales?

Or will she sing her Roman nails?

It's not bravery but obligation
In good remembrance of Adam
Before I was scared of my own shadow

Let's deal with this later
I'll let fate do all the math
And let thorns emerge from heaven
To save your child, Mother

Salut!
To the little kawaii death machine
With no mind to realize
That the prey draws you in like a magnet
Now you're eating.

No mind to understand
That the world has been snacking on you, too
It lunges in, unseen
A missed perception
And you were wrong
And your widdle soul will suffer
...Everything.