He woke this morning forgetting how to smile. His outfit was the foundation of all that took him serious.
We jump so high and cry the loudest. 'I have so much to offer!' he screamed, 'So much to give!' All the while pointing to the merchandise table. My words are so deep. So deep. So deep.
You've got it oh so bad But don't start the long way home The failed ones just go to show that you're better off with us.
You've got it bad.
Soon they will empty out the tanks And the water will then fill the streets So without a boat to build.
Dear Sir or current resident, This letter's sent to inform you of things you may have missed.
Tread the deep, learn to swim or let it wash you out to sea.
It seems that all the colors faded And all the beds you once had laid in Are now just whispers in the halls.
He truly was our number one We may have struck our glances once And had he ever given word I'd eat my kids, Sell my shit, and hit the road screaming We've got a war to fight For fear they've stolen all the fun We've got the end in sight But we won't last till dawn.
So follow, just swallow. We'll all go (down) while he tows all our hopes right of the back door.
(Quicker than it's equal) As the sign screams from across the room. His staircase leads the modest of the three. I long for the still, the calm, and slumbering. I call the still, the calm, and slumbering To awake the great giants of circumstance.
Let us dance upon your shoulders, And bathe amidst your spit. You are needed here tonight.
Inhale means exhale means oh hell it's back again. Set me aflame.
The dousing lends will amidst the three To carry this script out in the dark. Read it aloud. Scream this aloud. This page should go missing, so kindly disarm the three. They know the way home. This song is a map.
I would pray for this to station itself But dizzy nights intercept to claim ideals. Just a tone with your name is all I want. Just a tone and your touch.
I meant it so much then And so much before and after.
Part these lips and grant me residence in your heart.
Please don't discredit these words for that discredits me. Choose.
Your right mind will catch up pretty soon And when it does... We'll smile and present ourselves to good fortune.
Part these lips and grant me residence in your heart.
You move. I move. You move. (I move for urgency this must move now.)
He's not dead, Though if he were, You would be held with blame.
His death is mine.
Now own his shame. Sever this man's travels It is too close to the last time Get it away.
It will end how it has, how it will, how it must.
Oh forgive me conscience How you sting my steps.
Oh sweet melody lingers in my head. Oh sweet melody lingers till I'm dead. I am not your savior. I am not the savior. I will rot as savior, so rot with I as savior.
This is mine. I am convinced until I stand corrected.
Return the thought of a shallow water tongue. Rejoice it walks these roads no more. Your horse can take it easy now. Rest easy.
Violet turns to blur Remaining still or shot Teeth ache heart hurts.
The light through the cracks let out just enough To pierce the pale and capture the calm. Overturn the weight.
Odds are he'll fall asleep And cut to spill his chest Breathing to carry them.
The bedside pacifists latch to the bed ridden activist. They'll ask each other: 'Do you think he can hear us?' He'll ask himself: 'Do they really think that I'm listening?'
Either way the poster child for sympathy just flat lined.
She sails the blanket of the sea Peering through the waves Her gaze is whispering the call back home.
From the shores of self scream Shafts of light cutting through great blue From the shores that beg to be renewed. As the sand courses through his veins. Those bright lights they burn off all his shame. They find him walking the bottom of the ocean, Sifting through the grain, Calling out with water lungs. He's calling out with water lungs... To all he lost, For what they have stole from him.
His voice carries through raising sunken vessels To carry him towards the inhale. The ghosts who sold their voice Traveling the very same path Fall to a watery grave and taunt him to the bone.
Though his ocean wrists run deep, They will not be cause to drown.
