I've never been as predictable
As I am when I'm on the cross
Or when the cross is on me
Heavy as the great white whale
And as dark as the torch I lit back in september
I'm only as religious as I am dead
And all this feels alive as it breathes
If the book is what kills me
Then I will never read
Should sin keep me from heaven
I'd never have fit in anyway
Relinquish all control, give up your dreams
This isn't god's plan
I'm not sure what god even means
Take a path less traveled
If there is a king to be
King of the archipelago
It's me, and I worship nothing but the sea
Keep hold of my Clementine
She means nothing to me
Cackle at the locusts and the flood
Spit your sermons, cup your blood
It's nothing we can't trade for misbegotten grace
We're as alive as any other corpse in this place
Let the water up to your wrist
I swear it's holy, I swear
I swear it's something you'll miss
She asked, "How can you possibly love someone that deeply if you don't even love yourself?"
And no, I don't love myself. In fact, I hate pretty much everything about me. I haven't...
All memory fades just the way it should
As the stain and the paint take leave of the wood
Every ocular disconnect is another saved grace
The tenderness of the heart as it fails to...
Pentacostal and full of piss and vinegar
Tip-tapping through the back alleys of limbo
Mercury-poisoned and pissed off at the thought
That I'm not a hero and less than brave
I am the spirit of all that is coming to pass
At such a speed, we know it won't ever last
Touch the space just below my throat
And find any rhythm worth repeating
On a piano crafted...
All I dreamt, I dreamt alone
Before long, they became my life
But as the world is wont to do
It broke the dream in me
So I picked them up
Like a pile of books
And dumped them...
I am become soiled, brought down by the smoke and the proteus
Covered in its drying sweat & palm up to the sky
Venomwalker, what have you done to me?
Endbringer, what have you...
Death came to me as a small child
Bearing fresh fruits that cost each but a nickel
I asked if I might buy the whole lot
He laughed, "Does the old man fear my sickle?"
"I guess he...
Have you awoken in the night and thought, "How quiet might he be breathing?" And have you stared at the moon and wondered if the tides give it its due? Is it wrong that I'm afraid...
The blackhearted crush of the insidious southern rot
It's all around, tangled up in my hair and refusing to clot
The veins are all blocked with the dark of the sky
It's a knot made...
I don't remember much of you anymore
Except for the white sheet they laid you under
On a road unkempt by the hands of man
And I understand you're gone for good
But it's been so long
Betwixt the chalk of the river and the great hounds
I am encumbered by the red wing of the cardinal
That hath lost the other to the fox
Who'd once paraded about as a friend
Aphelion fingers march gladly around my spine
Until I'm orbiting myself and losing time
To the azimuth that leads me astray
I can only call you lover if you're meant to stay