And he will prove that he’s a man
With wooden bed posts whittled away
With the notches, they were carved in
A little too deep, and now he’s paying for it
He’s sleeping on the floor tonight…
Grey lines overlapping past chromatic predilections
Every lie behind your back a surrendering misdirection
And checkered tiles of monochrome begin to collide
Crippling your floral pastels of a spatial spectrum inside.
DREAMING FOR WISHES, WISHING FOR DREAMS
Oh, he’s the starry boy you dreamt to dream about
The lamplight is dimming, his dark is the only sound
Oh, she’s the sunny girl you wished to wish around
As midnight begins fading, but her sun is rising south.
MERCENARY AND THE MAN
Jaded tally marks that bore of no prior ill intentions
Experimental humanity, to prove one’s selfless remedy
Jealous carved notches that dug past poor decisions
Hypothetical insanity, the truth of one’s selfish disparity.
I wouldn’t dare separate those traitors from the sinners
The difference is a gradual distortion of perceptiveness
If I were to dissect myself as my blood’s growing thinner
I’ll inject a dose of my own irrationality, when I confess.
THE SELLOUTS DON’T BUY IT
Attachment is not a currency made to be paid for in stacks
Clattering like calloused dimes worn out with nicked sides
It’s not a tarnished nickel abandoned in a locked cash box
Restricted only to when you need the spare change to abide.
I’ll tell my proudest secrets
Don’t mind if you can’t keep them
Well, lately it’s been mayday
So tell me, why is this your favorite sin?
Oh baby, lately it’s been mayday
So tell me why you wanna fake
Why you wanna fake it?