it’s a tunnel of time that does us no favors we rebel against routine as I said we always would me and my first mate spiraling out…out…out nowhere to go with everything in tow let’s pause it right here for just a few hours I’ll dim the lights and you…

pretending particles waver on a paper sky and you sit and wonder what it takes to really rebel against it all… the discipline, the order, the machine — in pursuit of greater methods, your soul sits high up on a dusty shelf and now we free-associate a better life for…

I don’t know why I sometimes stick on a phrase or a comment, something said in haste — a questionable word slipped out in a haphazard way… then again, maybe it’s a half-hearted laugh or a sideways little smile that says the rest — it’s tough… we’re all a little…

I don’t know what I was hoping for when I played that very first track — the album’s new, but her voice, a herald—it takes me back… to a time when dog days were all I knew and a primordial grief had taken hold my desk was in the corner…

don’t ever speak in tongues when a miracle is what you’re waiting for I’ve heard the songs of filthy birds and it didn’t seem like they knew what they were doing… an angry little man told the overwhelmed managers to screw themselves — I can’t imagine what his friends and…

hold me while I wait to be extinguished I fear the white hot artifice in those janky hanging lights… uh huh, in polite tones, she dissects my soul — she eats my scraps of hope, promises wrapped in less than nothing… hold me while I hang on for forgiveness…

I’m going to stop telling people what I used to be because that doesn’t matter anymore… I’m going to stop believing in what I almost was because I have to be what I am right now I’ll take the heat and the disrespect I’ll eat the scorn and the unjust…

so much scaffolding on these artificial streets, makes it so I never even have to feel a single drop of rain… what a holy brutal luxury to be conveyed from stop to stop by the uneven propulsion of automated beasts, clinking and clanking, and spitting out hot, wet, dirty steam……

there are a few things you forgot to take with you when you left this all behind… most of it’s nothing, trivial little things that anyone might’ve easily forgotten — but there’s something bigger you seemed to have left with me… those bizarre dark dreams that always kept you…