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Killjoy's Last Ride
I left you lying on the floor, bleeding like an oil spit that night. Your eyes were sunken in, blackened with I love you's. You gave a glance and poured your life onto the concrete, and you loved me, I knew. Surgical sex and our kisses were laced, we were one with tragedy. We could have had something, we could have taken them all. I hate it when you don't try, but I still love it when you cry. Your tears carve a river for me, and I pilot that channel with an absense of fear in my eyes. Take it all away, make me new again, and I'll give you back what I stole from you [your life.] You didn't need it before... I thought I was right.
Ocean Floor Blues
We held hands, interlocking like puzzle pieces; dancing on that shore like it was meant to be. Ten billion tiny stars congregated at our feet as we sang the songs of sailors at rest. Drug to their burial places by the machines they created, they can only watch from below to fantasize of what could have been. Their able-bodied colleagues drift through decay like a knife through the hand that feeds you. This circle is vicious, it can only lead to future carnage. A food chain of dreamers and deadmen chewing at the fringe of your ripcord. Hands touch and revelation is born. You live, you love, and tradscend to ash. We were the lucky ones.
Poor You, Richest Of The Rich
You would whisper androgyny if only it were worthy of your lips. Paranoia sets in and a single step can be a leap of faith. With all eyes on me, I've forgotten my lines and the spectators stare on [at this point you'd think I'd have something intelligent to say.] The spectrum of effects is a blinding light, and I need my eyes to see through you. This is radio opera surgery, and you're so fucking delicate. Watch those knives and don't get cut [I want to be there to see you bleed for a change.] But that's just a thought.
Revolver Party
This substance is inaccurate. Build upon it, fill the glass, pour it out on me. [I'm only breathing to make sure I'm still alive. You should try and do the same.] So sequential, slash to vapor, pour your sacrifice onto the paper... please release [take a bow, tonight is closed.] Tie my heart to a rope of silence, rape it like a goddess [shout your hatred at the stars, you fucking recluse.] Rip it up, tear it down, try to show me your care... it's not working. Take your mark... get set... take a bow... now shoot me down.
Caught in your eyes, I am over. I'm giving my whole life away just to be here. The frequencies commencing to make me ill, a single cut turns into a world of disaster. They don't deal out strength in numbers and I sure as hell can't get it on my own. This is a dry season. Wait for me because I'm bleeding through my pores and the mess is unbearable.
Atlantis Falling
I am the new breed masochist. Selling society through a third eye, while time dries out behind me. You can tell by the trails of dust, I've killed here before. Break open another bottle and shoot faith to the heavens. A true believer's haven if you're quiet enough, keeping the eyes in the back of your head closed. But what better than to see and realize, you're dogged by the greater good.
We are fuel for an ancient machine, and we celebrate with covered dishes and a crystal chalice. Living it up is hardly the beginning, a statement of underestimation. I'll hold the nation while you punch the keys, and bring everybody to sing a disease. They'll let you walk on water, but who's there when you drown? You're only thriving on artistic lies, and living your life on your knees. It's a dreamworld, so say your prayers and make sure your bridge doesn't collapse. You'll need it in around 45 minutes. You can't bring life to a missing corpse.
Have you found desecration? Your destination... will at hand, but you take the back roads and deuces are wild. I hope you can fold your hands in a fire. You remain the false prophet.
An Ode To Cancer
You're the scum between my fingers, the last ash burning when I put it out. You're a drag and I'm so over this torture... I think. You leech, you suck me dry. Addiction is half the battle, and let's not get into getting over you. I'll always long for that taste of sweet companionship when I have no one else to save me. There are five hundred million like you, and I'd take them all. Inject your toxins, make me sick. I live only for you to kill me. This is love.