disclaimer:

             'let's play!'

                                                     (ba-dum ba-dum ba-dum)

'the objects in the mirror are closer than they appear'
so he whispers
pushes through

                        (clink clank)

the glass shatters
you can't return back
the revolving doors don't lead to the beginning
each one you open
you'll see through a different ending

tsk
raspy, grave

                                          (ding-ding)

­wastelands, been calmer,
nothing to protect here

currently working on my obituary
stole a body from the mortuary
what do we do?

fluff it with cotton, will it become see-through?

                   'sir, he's collapsing'

one of it crawls over
off the ground, in his eyes
webbed, sad—he's lost his sight

            (leaving, leaving,
                                                        ­               leaving  

left)

the drums are audible till here
resounding, every step, every blink
the smiles are flattering
how long—till the end

surrender, a page from your book
oh i stole it, couldn't have copied off you

                   magnetic cocktail maddening the ****** up gems
                             (uh huh)

the delivery is delayed, defibrillator wouldn't work
cut through guitar strings, sorry

there's a gaping void
and they pour out
speaking malice
signing surround sounds

i can't hear it now

  'what did they do to you, sweets?'

(shhh)

                            can you—could you—will you—
                                                            ­                   why would you—

there's life—
the seed, signing growth
going into the depths
why is it only growing through the roots

this is what you asked, not you
                                                        (no no no no no n-)
                                                            ­                 no.

coming, calling, falling off the height
slipped—didn't fall on his own accord

someone pushed—i've seen!

murmurs. shady.
at the edge, been dangling
legs off, hands holding the paper cranes
white turned red
a disgusting brown

crossing, more and more
there's laughter
              loud—piercing—cowardly aiming

put it down
put that down
stop—don't

spiders
                                      ­            spiders
                                                                ­                                           spiders
pretty

      oh.

'he's dead'
(she's—)

couldn't fight this time, could you?
                                                           ­     (whew whew whew)
they'll let me over, no—
didn't disappoint
okay, okay, okay!

(mhmm)




slipping back to and fro
it's beautiful here
                                                 join us, please?




(shush shush shush)
                      'she's sleeping'
                                       whispering over his shoulder.
                     how loving.



(cold cold cold cold col-)

            ******* fantastic.

                                                     ­                             'it's eerie here'
that's what it feels like in the beginning, baby


conjure up a fire
it's burning violet
such a surprise
irreversible, existential collapse            
                                                                ­                        warning!

                    tragic?



                                                             ­                                    nah.