The great pretense is our defense, its easier for it not to matter than it is to care.
and everywhere I look I see, slaves, and lazy minds, and fragmented time
shadows of suburbia, cast lines that shake and disturb and her, the figure of innocent truth we left behind.
To lye among the lilly pads, her floating dress magnificent, the hallmark of indifference, the crazy woman in the attic with the wicked stare
The irish man sits on the sand, a dog goes by along with life and history
school was a flash that no one saw, I remember it all, the dirty filthy hallway
Ideas lost whilst we search for ticks, empty boxes are for dicks, and damsels
half awake and half blind
they operate on hungry margins, never lacked but always starving, harbinger and loiterers sing lord, sing thank you, sing god, sing it all again
This time it will be different I swear, this time
lets mistake ambition for greed and man the tide
lets fall for the traps we set and walk the line
this time it will be different I swear, this time
Lo, behold, the wave of white, and black is the sun and the moon that stems the tide
around the corner is the best of us, always was and always is, and will be
anarchic fiends lie on dirty sheets, they kiss each others hands and feet, and boy do they scream, in pleasure and in in love
love for the light that brought them here, not for serenades not for deathly cheers, just deep and profound climactic jeers, let the morning in through the window and exhale
lets dance around the wire fence, beware the apple tree that it protects
first comes the innocent, then taste, and disobedience, its the best way
death is for the unimaginative, heaven for them that refuse to live, salvation is a synonym of coward.
the lights in here are blinding, effervescent, smiling, gather up all your ghosts and sing lord, and sing forgiveness, and sing god, and sing it all again.
This time it will be different I swear, this time
Lets call interference kindness, and smile
breathe life into the death ledger, and sigh
This time it will be different I swear, this time.
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