Bellies once thick with activity
They start to heave, shrunken down to empty
We are in the street
To run would be a violent relief
Only to delay what wants to be done
To delay the brain's imperative
So on to choosing your cathartic bruising
It's anything but amusing when you're fucking losing
So you pick the guises
You pick the compromises
The ones that keep alive the desperate hallowed hours
You know you've got that power
So fall in, be discrete, be quiet, don't trust
Fall in, be discrete, and most importantly
You'll never trust another human being
The dirty showers, the idle hours
The guilt just towers; dress it up in tatters
Then get that drink
What did you think
That you would tap the brakes and get it all together?
No matter what the weather
The dust the dust in my head
Collects collects collects
And spreads and spreads and spreads
And we all know that sick dread
Running down the highway
Road signs, by-ways
You thought we could get away but the truth is:
Every road runs out
And you will die knowing you were filled with doubt
Dammit every track makes me smile. How did you do that? If a friend recommends this album to you, hang on to them because they're just as fabulously messed up as you are. I'd like to thank my bank for allowing me to buy things online again. Thank you. Everyone. Thanks. duskbringer
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