every single day, circling a cul-de-sac
alligator eyes staring out of storm drains
walking in your wake, circling the refrain
“i know it’s not gonna last.”
ease your bellyache, occupy your fever dreams
your disembodied voice still blaring from a tv screen
“the modern earth was born in a two-car garage”
“i know it’s not gonna last.”
let it fall from your grasp.
half asleep, foraging
silver screens for a dream.
that we aimlessly reenact
only now every town is the same town,
every doomsday cult pleading we’ve gone off track.
we’re circling a cul-de-sac.
the new age cut their hair,
found eternity in crypto mines.
the new age cut their hair,
sincerity is anodyne.
the desert of the real was overcast by its map.
“i know it’s not gonna last.”
i want to be your tv girl
plastic-wrapped on bladderwrack.
to find a stable plot
across the rotting corpse of god
ghosts of the past, living just to react.
“i know it’s not gonna last.”
little foal in the grass,
in your youth, in a fugue,
sigil signs in hexadecimal hues.
your view will never stand beside of the fact
all your love, went away.
all the mayflies died in a day.
your autumn will pass,
your moonlight will wane and wax.
circling a cul-de-sac
circling a cul-de-sac
circling the refrain
“i know it’s not gonna-”
powerful instrumentals contrasted against soft unconfident vocals. like a deep yearning for affection but you dont know how to ask. like a love you feel slipping away but youre powerless to stop it. every time i start it i feel like i cant stop. a must have for my collection. skeletalsexing
Daily focus-training coupled with strong work ethics pointed toward making life more bearable for others, could turn around this age for the better. This album is beautiful. A force for good. CHOSEN