i smell the stink of my dirty laundry the scent permeates my lukewarm room i inhale while i stare at the swinging blades and i contemplate my fate in this half-and-half life my twisted history has taught me not to fight the urge to fight the urge to exit then why does total revolution seem right - through the door? i think i lost the key i bank on foundation i vote in security i click refresh, but i don’t update i fidget in a fortress where i fixate on a screen hey, if i hit escape, could i face a half-and-half life? my twisted history has taught me not to fight the urge to fight the urge to exit then why does total revolution seem right - through the door? i think i lost the key i peer through the glass for minutes or hours i watch a parade of people and flowers they say - it’s okay - - rise, realize you’re in power - but the rumor dissolves when i start to revolve so, i stay... locked in and in charge - no wasted energy i bite the nails in my floorboard hands i count new cracks - will i split before my ceiling fails? if i hesitate, could i fake it through the half-and-half life? my twisted history has taught me not to fight the urge to fight the urge to exit then why does total revolution seem right - through the door? i think i lost the key

wild and on the run a spark a seed a need to feed an instant behave be cool the rules produce resistance wild and on the run the shock the touch the rush to trust a signal my blood my nerves converge and converse in symbols wild and on the run better than insane conditions tethered to a dream rather than maintain position i give away my territory an itch a noise a voice rejoices and i react repent but i don’t regret my choices and crimes wild and on the run better than insane conditions tethered to a dream rather than maintain position i give away my territory wild, wild, wild, wild

steady and still, ready to bounce gps mapped to your doorstep when i drive, i don’t mind i follow signs like i’m falling i knew sooner than i thought i knew sooner or later i’d use the fuel i don’t sleep or stop despite stalled visions of a traffic jam whether or not i change lanes if i turn, the road remains i knew sooner than i thought i knew sooner or later i’d use the fuel

we're old enough to sow this land and do our daily tasks we grow and guide a perfect plan and perform the noblest acts but we're too young to understand that phases don’t make facts we’re in the belly of a romance barely holding onto our shit we’re well grounded and we’re not afraid to read our books or fool ourselves with fun we ought to risk a closer look see how the string was strung…. but the soil is strong and if we inspect what we cook we’ll eat what we dig up! we’re in the belly of a romance barely holding onto our shit we may disobey what our guts say but we’re alone and purely emotional and we don’t have a fucking clue and neither do you

Sweet dream - well worn - morning buzz - on a mission dust! dust! earthbound reject - checklist - optimism dust! dust! which path? - not yet - i tend to stick with indecision dust! dust? in a cloudy state i gaze onward struck by a temporary feeling “home” crave the taste of static matter - last to grasp a nature walled in dust! dust! automatic digest - best to question - guess i’m all in dust? dust? dust? or dust? built to filter - catalog - cognitive - but i can’t quit stalling dust! dust! dust! dust? in a cloudy state i gaze onward struck by a temporary feeling my favorite trip led to fire i stood here i stood there my favorite trips lead to fire i stand there i stand here always home in a cloudy state i gaze onward struck by a temporary feeling

i don’t want you crossing me i don’t like to deal with logic i don’t care to feel nostalgic and i don’t need your counseling but when you dwell on defeat send the rhythm to me i’ll beat what you can’t destroy when you drift into a void in vain you can blame it on me when you decide to wonder if the two of us are not worth saving think again before you cave in though we can cease if you insist but when you dwell on defeat send the rhythm to me i’ll beat what you can’t destroy when you drift into the void in vain you can blame it on me we could live in harmony because I am not your enemy but when you dwell on defeat send the rhythm to me i’ll beat what you can’t destroy when you drift into the void in vain you can blame it on me

i can’t breathe! i can’t sleep when you speak and repeat the same tired lines! and each night, until light, you strike at and ignite my fantasies! i don't agree with you! go ahead! i’ll argue about how the shit went down when i try to pass through what you push as the truth you bring up things i shouted out loud! another evening with an echo oh, my god!

cornered… in your corner, you can’t comprehend your disorder. could i be a friend? did you talk to the doctor? what was her diagnosis? was is psychosis? or altered dopamine levels? definitely biochemical… it pains me to sedate you but sit back and count to three and relax, mister this won’t hurt dull my senses fade to white i’m defenseless not divine am i crazy? maybe lazy? cornered… in your corner you stumble around you’ve been sort of…sick now, you’re freaking me out is it fever? is it feeling? could she heal you? are you hopeless? did you notice your altered dopamine levels? definitely biochemical... it pains me to sedate you but sit back and count to three and relax, mister this won’t hurt dull my senses fade to white i’m defenseless not divine am i crazy? maybe lazy? did you notice your altered dopamine levels? definitely biochemical... it pains me to sedate you but sit back and count to three and relax, mister this won’t hurt dull my senses fade to white i’m defenseless not divine am i crazy? maybe lazy? maybe both

good morning! you don’t have to reply… but I hope to survive this grieving season and these bitter holidays even though i owe you an answer how ‘bout a laugh slash cry? or cake? a smoke? a drink with a shadow if he shows? i’ve been dying to celebrate grey skies and my great Loneliness don’t sweat or fret about an invitation! i heard you preferred surprises won’t you pick a melody a song to sing for these bitter holidays? ok? i’ve been dying to celebrate grey skies and my great Loneliness Goodbye? Gone... yet omnipresent lifeless though luminescent looming overhead Like a crown... Life of the party life is departing I’ve been dying to celebrate Grey skies And my great loneliness

if you happen to be stranger i’d love it more than truth i’d like to see you triumph if it belongs to you beyond the chain of existence praying and raging on a center stone! i promise not to cancel masses or tear a single soul ‘cause i believe in chaos and moments of control beyond the chain of existence praying and raging on a center stone! i don’t intend to interfere or set a limit to your reach if you wanna choose an easy route you’re more than free beyond the chain of existence praying and raging on a center stone! such high, high hopes beyond the chain of existence praying and raging at the center stone!

i roll a pair of dice in a paradise where i won’t win designated as a parasite but i don’t sin i stroll along the shell in a tongue-tied hell of my creation my apologies for my mythologies but i’m just a bug borne by an odyssey i take a chance and bet on a dance and let my cells divide in the body of a transcendental flesh design i break through barriers as a carrier of my creation my apologies for my mythologies but i’m just a bug borne by an odyssey i might overcome the climax... holy legend has it i will overcome... i must overcome this climax... i’ll be damned if i’m guilty for what i’ve done! my apologies for my mythologies but i’m just a bug borne by an odyssey i’m just a bug borne by an odyssey

i scrutinize and hypothesize and i collect my knowledge i analyze a photograph it’s pretty clear - when i can accept -ish- you intercept doubt, personified what should i deny next? i flip a coin and join the rest and i adapt, i’m happy... i play the part with company You’re ever near - no - buried within me never so sure doubt, personified what should i deny next? i flee the scene and trash the mask you swear you caught me wearing i confess, "yes", and I address the magic mirror - if i can ignore you i can endure doubt, personified what should i deny next?

if i could be anyone in this world i’d be me because i’m with you if i could be anywhere in this world i’d be here because i’m with you since i love you could you love me without contact this time? i recall i met you when i felt unsound and broken open to the notion of a different game i could not resolve an inner oscillation you patiently waited on a veering wind to suspend if i could be anyone in this world i’d be me because i’m with you if i could be anywhere in this world i’d be here because i’m with you since i love you could you love me without contact this time? settled and unfettered in a heavenly bed together i mistook you for a god and offered a cross i commanded you to manage me - battle me - handle the weight of my wishing - while i implied to fuck off if i could be anyone in this world i’d be me because i’m with you if i could be anywhere in this world i’d be here because i’m with you since i love you could you love me without contact this time? i began to listen to the mystical pulse from within the vicinity of my skin every visit from or mention of you had potential unless i pressured you or pleasure spiked when i hid oh, yeah! We’ve been talking too fast! we’ve abandoned our reason! oh, yeah! We’ve been walking too far! we’ve abandoned our reason! if i could be anyone in this world i’d be me because i’m with you if i could be anywhere in this world i’d be here because i’m with you since i love you, could you love me?

thrown into an empty frame someone calls you by your name borders determined by unstoppable forces learn to point and separate what you love and what you hate layers of language only color a surface thou art art and a figure of speech then you test your fresh technique while a world shits its critique you shape a pattern out of habits or fortune origami plots unfold into stories often told but keep it subjective - god - unless we deserve it thou art art and a figure of speech you’ll become a monument i’ll decipher what you meant after you die...or before if you're lucky thou art art and a figure of speech