I can’t get it out of my mind
You really ought to start
Hiding my keys at night
Running away only makes it
Feel more authentic
I told you I was joking
But you knew that I meant it…
perhaps something strange
still sleepless in miami
sedated, soonest deranged
mooting this medical restart
odour left for obvious sharks
tipping over insecure horns
ten million miles of absent warmth
yesterday i shivered
you cursed catastrophes in the dark.
So where are you now?
And where is that line?
Cause forgetting you ever lived
Doesn’t feel right
But god knows I’m trying…
a thousand flights,
of worn-down stairs,
of hymnal bells tolling,
of careless bodies,
a forgotten memory,
no more than a mere
smudged imprint in
the edifice of a tower
and until then…nothing.
day in, day out, cycles;
in rapid gyroscopes of
existences so barely free,
almost; not freely, out of control,
spinning, revolving, rotating.
until then, those thousand flights,
once holding melting footsteps,
a clamour that praised each sunset,
and even a few reckless bodies,
now holds back ire history for them.
I want to see the fire ignite, suffocating the sky
Don’t ever say that you know just what this feels like
I swear one day I’ll kill this lie
Curiosity has taken its toll once again,
And taken over, taken over everything we had…
Meaningless materialism lights up cities in overdrawn sighs
Catch the drip like a bad acid trip and put me under the lies
This divine persiflage only lasted as long as surgeon stitches
A prelature to nicene creeds, the preamble to salem witches
Set the sky for ignition, to suffocate the zealots complaining
Truthful traitors run the blood thin with a little bit of ritalin
Withstand isolation with a myriad riot of defective firearms
Safety only counts in guns and padlocks like sadistic charms
Let lineages be mismatched, and let sobriquet names renege
The deceivers couldn’t bring back hell without getting singed
Don’t avoid the prejudice, let it seep in like desires in clothing
When murderers become heroes, let false history be rewritten.
Look in between the lines and read
The story written on your face
Oh, when the sun comes up
You will realize that you were wrong
And when your lungs collapse
Every breath that you take will feel like your last…
The reverent situation embellished in derelict plinths
A monolithic monument for the glorious and the bold
Calm deceit that shackled itself by the crumbling base
Of the cavalier and honourables, now but history aged
Voices of the casualties pilfered from pernicious graves
What must be forgotten is an imprint of those who saved
The damned beaten down into the ground from which they lay
Sacrificing blood so clockwork eyes may live to see another war-bent day.
How can they say that it’s one way
When it’s the opposite?
And how can they know the end
Of the story before I tell it?
‘Cause when I walk, your feet
They fall to the same beat
Or maybe we’re from two different worlds…
We used to be the epitome of mindless materialism
Taking apart brick and coin for a little inkling of fun
We talked away in circles, but never in infinity signs
But it didn’t last forever ‘cause we both wanted to die
For I never understood why you didn’t ever understand
Until we’re left with empty voices and mismatched hands
I translated it all wrong, you decoded nothing but misery
We spoke in undecipherable tongues, so now we’re history
Why did we waste such eloquent words on each other’s lies?
Breathing out sombre songs that never synced the beat right
Wrought desiccated eyes with apertures that flashed blindly
And we set out separate restrictions from the cold apologies
We turned back but never forward and we took a couple steps
Too far until we hit the brick walls, this was far beyond any help
How could we plead that it was one-way, intersections opposite
When the fault was a double-edged tongue talking about bullshit?
But behind this dead mess, I do admit I enjoyed all the endless chaos
Riding the hurricane with you, and making my own cyclone at a loss
I wish you the same, and let me say I hope you don’t regret and think
Don’t forget the secrets we shared when our native tongue goes extinct.
We talk to people
But they never understand
They think we’re crazy
‘Cause it sounds like noise to them
Ain’t it strange, all the things you hear
When you sit and listen?