- Albert Camus Is My Life Coach
Moral Story trite, Moral Story trite
stay right
rhetoric sight, rhetoric sight
stay right
- Dissertation of an Idle Voice
Bless the coming resurgence, the bitter lure of the repeat philosophy. Don't trust progress they marked a love. The main substance just calls for blood.
Don't trust, don't trust their so called solution.
They'll stab the nails in your hand and call it purity.
You don't need to cut out your heart, nothing is falling apart. You don't need to cut out your heart, there such beauty in writing your part.
- Fashion Statements of the Socially Aware
Pace race parade, around virtue's halo, go sway your head, When I.
Hey, false frame, well pretense stains, bleed your name, false lane, indulge the game, fight fair.
Sure stay right, I'll crash test for your sake.
Restart, bleed your thesis, growth rings and avid creases from the way we carry pieces of Stark Blame.
Restless faceless, ripe stain.
Classless Solace, false frame.
Restless faceless, wear the blame.
Ceaseless solace, run to the bend.
- Misinterpreting Constellations
All our failures are stars, all precious and always known.
You'll still try to stomp out the brightest, but somethings gotta give.
All the guilt inside us, every touch and every kiss.
I'm still singing your praise in the end
I'm still singing your praise in the end.
Silence every wishful longing for the past and possibilities left in my heart.
- With Arms That Bind and Lips That Lock
bird in a cage, lock it up and forget about
saving yourself, an excuse for your nihilism,
free from the bind
your existence is still a prison
bird in a cage, lock it up.
cross every threshold, i'll just stare down you won't look away