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It's safe to say there are darker things in the streets these days than kids with guns and moms on drugs, things that we don't let on. And if you're "free", then take to the city streets with your God-given speech, screaming, "Fuck the police." You can see the state getting armed for the new class war. Perpetuate divide and say that it's the law. There are blacker things living deep in all our hearts, darker things in our hearts than we let on. And it's safe to say there are darker things in the street these days than darker skies and getting high. Things that control our lives. The priests were all demoted and released. Check the property value. The neighbors didn't even mind. Doesn't anyone want to start again? Create a new aesthetic for the new American. Not state traitors taking, day trading and date raping to their hearts' content. As the work day ends, I laid down so tired...

I woke up awakening.

So I wanted goals. I saw all I needed was a home
with a view of something beautiful,
a woman that I trusted, the friends that I grew up with
But it was asking too much for just us
to pray things stay in exactly the same way.

And so we drift together
saying "Every mirror shows the same ugly shell

Hey I know it's getting pretty late, but I was wondering, how are things around the office these days? Did your boss ever give you that raise? Does that guy still work next door, the one with two bands that are great? Anyway, I guess I'm just calling to say I was thinking back to when we went to school upstate. With a full week before classes in September, you got the best seat in the house, sprawled out on the couch "for the night" and stayed there for a whole semester. Hey, I know it's getting pretty late, but I was thinking I could swing by your office tomorrow on your break. You could tell your roommate to cover us while we're away. Do you think that it would be a shame if I wished that we were back in school again, if only so I could walk you home? Before you got your own place, with your own bills to pay...but I know it's getting pretty late and tomorrow morning you've got work. I know you don't like calling, putting yourself out there to get hurt. But just say the word and I'll be outside in the parking lot with the engine running by the curb. Hey. I'll even let you pick the records we play. All I want to do is waste some time with you and drive the night away. So if you get this message, call me back whenever. I'll be around all day.

god bless the shape your goddamn body makes
you move across my stage
and into frame
a godforsaken plague a thousand shades of grey
hanging about your neck like an embrace
ok
come back to me
lets put us on display

I hope you find what you’ve been looking for
before I find my way to the door.
I hope your pride capsizes from the tears in your eyes
and drown in them like so many before.
I hope you change yourself for the better
and reach the potential we all know we saw.
I hope I dig my own grave with the things that I say.
Let my actions get my point across.

Unhinge all hearts with speed.
If you need something to believe,
We can bury them deep.
We'll put our faith in new machines.
Once we've exhausted all the oil and pornography
There will be so much to teach
Of the slow math of debt and dreams

As they laid
my bones down at the crossroads, I saw my ghost
sell my soul to the inferno for petrol to get home.
Now each day
I sink a bit faster into my father's fate.
Four packs a day. Four decades straight.
Right to an unmarked grave.

...Vanished in fury of smoke. Before she left she spoke about a problem and a plan. She said "I plan to make my escape, gonna check out the United States. Can't take this island wasteland. How can I be who I want when they know me as who I am? Besides, people work their whole lives hoping to get here. I figure they could use the room. A great place to get rich, have kids and die. I probably won't be coming back so soon. How can I be who I want if I stay here with you? So goodnight, Dark Island. It's the weight of life spent peeking out from beneath the trees...the way the front lawns wander on endlessly. And it's not a bad life. Working 9-5, weekend gardening and cheating on your wife. But if you find yourself broken in the slow mercury of days, and have the courage for the traffic, I know a secret to escape: just be who it is they want. It's easy to find your way. I can't help feeling like there's never enough friends or any friendly faces, just a bunch of clever ways to say "Jesus Saves'"

This is the start of the second part
of a song that you’ll never hear.
This is how it felt stealing pieces of hell
to adorn the walls of your apartment with.
This is me with the ink dried on the page,
taking into account that feelings change.
You think we’re better off friends
I got a million ways to make sure we’re strangers again.

you lost it all
fading in the wire
believe that I am so awful
but learn that I am so echoing
fading into anything
our awful offering to everyone, everywhere, unloved:
I’m trying to get right
you lost it all