unsettling quiet hysterical raving trees falling and leaves blowing sideways the night calls my name and I whisper back thank you
keep moving
the things that people die for were given to me silver spoon silver platter oil on my dollars blood on my bank statements coffee stained smiles cigarette fingertips black lungs hand over your eternity fuck you don’t think dont listen don’t pay attention to the little man behind the curtain theres nothing to see here
oh the humanity dripping down the alleyways flowing into open sewers count the molecules bustling spend your eternity grinning into the wind knowing the end is coming somehow, sometime the city sounds like a symphony that didn’t tune its chords rumbling and ripping through the serenity with jack hammers and bus squeals we can hear the machinery whirr reach for the sky grasp the darkness clutch it between your fingers and count the days until youre home
piles of smushed flowers inbetween pages the cages of beauty containing blasphemy all the same holy matrimony leaking rust if only if only we didn’t want to bust simply to make something splatter make something matter dying and living for no cause except silence a pause then applause living the laws of the unjust if I must I will if I turn to dust ill still be living the laws of the created but in these pages of smushed flowers
walking backwards down the trail you paved you stare into the eyes of Technicolor blue that were left black and white by time digital photographs don’t fade but they lose meaning theyre convincing liars they tell you many things pacing backwards through time open up words see them glisten like lip gloss on fresh lips lying to the mirror cracked like trust we open up words and see fallacies wrapped up in aged fingertips working up the confidence to stop caring
piles of smushed flowers inbetween pages the cages of beauty containing blasphemy all the same holy matrimony leaking rust if only if only we didn’t want to bust simply to make something splatter make something matter dying and living for no cause except silence a pause then applause living the laws of the unjust if I must I will if I turn to dust ill still be living the laws of the created but in these pages of smushed flowers
walking backwards down the trail you paved you stare into the eyes of Technicolor blue that were left black and white by time digital photographs don’t fade but they lose meaning theyre convincing liars they tell you many things pacing backwards through time open up words see them glisten like lip gloss on fresh lips lying to the mirror cracked like trust we open up words and see fallacies wrapped up in aged fingertips working up the confidence to stop caring
keep moving
the things that people die for were given to me silver spoon silver platter oil on my dollars blood on my bank statements coffee stained smiles cigarette fingertips black lungs hand over your eternity fuck you don’t think dont listen don’t pay attention to the little man behind the curtain theres nothing to see here
oh the humanity dripping down the alleyways flowing into open sewers count the molecules bustling spend your eternity grinning into the wind knowing the end is coming somehow, sometime the city sounds like a symphony that didn’t tune its chords rumbling and ripping through the serenity with jack hammers and bus squeals we can hear the machinery whirr reach for the sky grasp the darkness clutch it between your fingers and count the days until youre home
unsettling quiet hysterical raving trees falling and leaves blowing sideways the night calls my name and I whisper back thank you