A Public Conspiracy.everybody shut up and listen,More Like This
this train wont stop 'till i find truth.
hypocrisy rises, friends split ways,
take sides! take face! take life! take place!
'the final shred of me was replaced'
by the jury, relocated, autopsy of the case.
fuck, this train wont stop soon.
a public conspiracy, the gun in his desk,
like maggits tearing through, eating away at your flesh,
the gun in his desk, the gun in his desk...
dont loose track, this gun wont sleep tonight.
but the tracks are loosening, the trains derailed,
knives downtown, to you these letters mailed,
they read: with some red, we will avenge,
we will rebuild, we can fight again.
until death, keep marching, and at death only stop.
im sorry this is a folly, why's your head's put up?
just take sides, take face, take life, take place,
take my friends, take it away,
make, for me, another unsaid hear-say.
please make, for me, a public conspiracy.
In An Empty LotMore Like This
and quick you left as quickly as you came
and hurried through crowds of skeletons you stumbled over words like cornerstones
invisible as these cornerstones may be.
there was a pull once and im sorry it left you
and im sorry these subpar cliches cant do well to describe me now
but i watched as through black you staggered through wounds like despondency
how desperately despondency is all that i have left.
blindly. you misuse ideas, but how do you see with your eyes sewn shut?
and condemned, you struggle past feeling, and knowing your numbness will damn you, you follow.
is not seeing pain worth all of this?
and you falter, but kindly. and you whisper "im sorry"
and im sorry it's left you but it hasnt left me
and i know you mean well.
Your heart's in the right place,