- 1968, During The Riots
We made light of it all. Shook hands after speaking over bourbon. God knows I've seen better times, but you couldn't tell by how I was smiling.
We'd enslave the mountains to free Tibet, yet somehow we rot and stay animated.
It's the way you choose when you shake it loose.
You can't get the best of me, you can't get the best of me.
Barricades, break them down, there are barricades, break them down
Barricades, break them down... I know this part of town.
- Buying Ether From The Girl Who Lives In The Cemetery
These are the days we will regret looking over our shoulders, waiting on waves of waking wolves.
I wish I could trade destructive hands for daydreams of nothing but bodies of water, or flesh gripping me.
Hey, why don't you and I play a game I call "I know your address"?
Invite everyone you know, pour the gasoline, and I'll bring the matches.
Yeah it's strange how the insincere will light so quickly. We swim in the ashes.
I found you out.
- Purple
Beg me for the answer to this question. “How does one bleed compassion and conviction over everything else?” Abandon human nature and fine lines. From time to time I think it’s fine to walk a thin line. But these days the lines are too fine, though this place is mine. It’s real late at night or real early morning. You are a shell. Fragile and stitched with thread you wait for hell. Take from me everything I once held dear. Dear, my dear, don’t call me less human. I keep playing those same occurrences over and over and over inside my head, fragile and stitched with thread I wait patiently for my home to feel like one. Yeah, you and I are similar though I don’t carry a gun. I am all that is holding me here. Dear, my dear I’m hanging on every word. Dear, my dear it’s my day. Now I beg you, retire your heart to me. I’ve lost mine or at least I’ve lost all of it’s beats. And I beg you, retire your lungs to me. Mine are full of holes and the dust in the wind. So I beg you, retire your eyes to me. I keep mine closed, but I need to see what you see. I beg you, retire your heart to me. I’ll hear you out in fear that I’ll cave in. Now I beg you, retire your heart to me. I’ve lost mine or at least I’ve lost all of it’s beats.