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i have three kinds of relationships: personal, social and business. in my mind, there’s three kinds of time: morning noon and night. this feeling in my back and the place that I call home I expected to remind me of what my future holds. i’m worried it’s taken me too long to see. is this the point of no coming back? the adverse effect is nothing but social stigma.

there were trails leading up to the incandescent islands
floating through the sky like a parachute in my hands
we sought salvation with the stares of broken eyelids
saving up our reputation as a storm of fragile lightning
these streetlights shine with blinding
auras
oh like forklift smiles and folded
meaning

You took the life of a man. What are you gonna do? I'll tell you one thing: He's not gonna sue. There's a puddle of blood growing on the floor and that's a clear sign you should get out the door.
But you're in luck, boy, there was no one in sight. You could find peace in the heart of the night, but that doesn't mean what you did was alright. No, that doesn't mean what you did was alright.
I know there's a heart beating inside of your chest. It may work different from all of the rest. But you've still got a soul. There's no doubt about that. Your eyes would be dry if it weren't a fact.
It's a chain of events you can't break or dent and I can guarantee that you can't prevent it. Your future was shot at the moment he fell. You can ask the Lord but he won't tell, he won't. He won't, he won't. That bastard won't.
So you've got a new life and you've got a new name and you've got a free ride on a Hell-Bound train. Look at everyone, thinking who can you trust while your stomach shakes and rattles like a bucket of rust.
All you want to do is sleep for a night and if you find a girl who will hold you tight, well, that doesn't mean what you did was a alright. No, that doesn't mean what you did was alright.

You may say that you're just crazy, but I think it's quite contrary. Sane or not, you're going to Hell. You can ask the Lord, but he won't tell, he won't.

a pallet’s gore the screw’s on poor
the doe’s tail shakes just like a wolf
the tire falls amisher holds
the tree she rots and splits
this isn’t like it was before
this bit’s so stripped it won’t fit the head anymore
land hag comes she steals the wood
a sagging door the stagecoach barn