Almost, almost, almost, almost, almost had to start a fight
Don't know, don't know, don't know, don't know how to react, so I won't
What do, what do, what do, what do you do when you are provoked?
When does, when does, when does, when does, when does something stop being a joke?

Dead, forgot how long it's been A dusty trunk where you can find your junk ruined I'm already dead Alarm clock in my head That's just who I am A broken dial you watch When you're sleeping in To

Dead, forgot how long it's been
A dusty trunk where you can find your junk ruined
I'm already dead
Alarm clock in my head

That's just who I am
A broken dial you watch
When you're sleeping in
Torn up beyond repair

I'm laid out threadbare
I'm wash-stained cl

Always back in town
Always at your down
Always marking days
Off the calender
Always my last night
Always saying goodbye
Always hear your roar
Always see your stripes
Always passing through
Always hanging my hat
Always on my mind
Always "Feed my cat?"

[Verse 1:] Always back in town Always at your door Always marking days Off the calender Always my last night Always saying goodbye Always hear your roar Always see your stripes Always passing

I was biding my time, desperately, I walked the line
Between health and poverty
Looked into a face, all my thoughts they were replaced
I had the nerve to call it soul

Get love where you find it
It’s the only fist we have to fight with
And soon, you’re headed back to ear

Seldom have I ever questioned the end
Still I grow frost when I’m reminded
Euphemisms on a loop interchange
Which hands get to turn the final page?
In whose throat belongs the swan song
Of crisis, warming, denial, change?
State TV helps the public explain
Broadcast be

Döner wrappers unwrapped and extinguished
Crotch of a rollie inside yellow fingers
Nothing lasts but nearly everything lingers in life

Cellphone service is not that expensive
But that takes commitment and you just don't have it
Feels so effortless to be a stranger
But f

Nothing makes my heart so wild as being In possession of a potent night Racing down the stairs in a nude descension Shedding and discarding my hide But the bold strokes crack so quickly And it's

Bodies made of slugs and guts Bodies made of slugs and guts Rusted bench seats been stuck in ruts full of bodies Made of slugs and guts Sludged all the way through the mud to orate to some Bodies

I was feeling nostalgic for the days when
My thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling
I remember the feeling of the museless existence
Of the drunk, bored and listless
Endless waiting for something that I knew wasn't coming

And it seems these days I'm captive in this

Was feeling nostalgic for the days when My thoughts dripped on to my head from the ceiling I remember the feeling of the muse less existence Of the drunk, bored and listless Endless waiting for so

My misophonia brought the faders up
Now she's a military grade
In Dolby Surround, around 5.1
Cue the barking from the baritone
Conductor in the pit for the car honk duet
Half-tone harmony from the sewer
Rebel youth choir belt phrases even newer
Dump truck man drops th

There are no more art museums to guard The lab is out of white lab coats Cause there are no more slides and microscopes But there are still careers in combat, my son There are still careers in com

There are no more summer lifeguard jobs.
There are no more art museums to guard.
The lab is out of white lab coats,
Cause there are no more slides and microscopes.
But there are still careers in combat, my son.
There are still careers in combat, my son.

There are no mor

We measured the distance of the space between islands. Gazing out into the river Styx she said "It's no river at all. It's a tidal estuary," was her only line, she delivered it well. Oh, you're jus

We measured the distance of the space between islands.
Gazing out into the river styx she said "it's no river at all.
It's a tidal estuary," was her only line, she delivered it well.
Oh, you're just a caster of worthless spells.
Oh, you're just a caster of worthless spells.

Content nausea, world war four
Seems like it all came too soon
Another carnage apparatus
Such a dissapointing doom

Abuse money, abuse drugs
Abuse body, abuse mind
People use such strange excuses
Always have done no clue why

Most folks think and some folks know

An air of self delusion that no two arms could ever contain This lady is a hypnosis poet and when she speaks her words weep like rain She tiptoes through the side streets in the morning and wears da

There, before the grief
I found peace in my selfish ways
My yesterdays were erased
Death will bring change

Then, before the crash
I reveled in potential untapped
Mortality was not contained
Death will bring change

The bottom of this well is rich with bitter wa