As I focus my gaze beyond autumn's red and orange trees
I'm taken aback by the forrest's vitality
I don't even care to pinpoint the sound of rustling leaves
Because I cannot stop myself from questioning the role I contribute to this scenery.

How does this landscape even look through a set of prying eyes so soiled and unclean?
Where shall I take my place within this tainted scene?
Surely our God of nature wouldn’t paint so intrepidly?
Nevertheless, here I go again, making love to memories.

The seaweed grabs me while I sleep
Slipping into dreams of the darkest drive I've been through
So I’ll toss and turn until my thoughts begin to bleed
Watching bare ***** fools trying to play it cool

Praise Jesus for my damaged brain
Thank God I’m a nervous wreck
I guess I’ll just stand in line waiting for my name
Leave me peeling off skin until my heart goes into arrest

The anxiety they tempt me with only feels like peace
The sanity it costs is the only thing I’ll taunt
So I’ll bleed my soul into the cracks of this unpaved street
For skeleton friends I don’t even want

Your love’s been my only grace
When they bite and claw and fight and spit
All despite my reckless ways
This self inflicted ****.

The devil's in our details
Between lines he was never meant to be
It didn’t take long for our small town to fail
And welcome in this nauseating disease

Between these lines were the details I never wanted to see
Details of rotten men of faith
And smeared disgrace inside our own community
Now there’s three dead flowers that can’t find their own way.

In a world this messy and stained
Why am I surprised to find him anchored so close to our soul?
After centuries of filth it seems he’s here to stay
Should we even go to church alone?

The devil has his hand around our neck
And I wish he’d just break it in half.

On Proctor’s ledge I made my bed
Following the ****** scores
Through grey fog, thick as cold death.
Screaming gallows want my head...
To dance across their blood stained floors.
This opaque sky is my one true friend  
Oh the exquisite view it does afford!
Peering down those rotten trap doors.

Puritan villagers spew hate
Lighting my ***** feet
As this frayed rope keeps me safe.
Smooth grey rocks hidden away...
By broken sticks and amber leaves.
I left them on the ground where they lay
Just to preserve this caliginous scene!
Eighteen others shall soon agree.

Thoughts I called mine woke me one night
Grasping out for a better life
Quiet night's feelings I have left
For pipe dreams that will pay my debt

Toss and turn while you curse and swear
Jumped from my bed but you weren't there
Quiet night's feelings I have left
For pipe dreams that will pay my debt

I'm swimming toward my escape
But can't out run your lucid hate
Quiet night's feelings I have left
For pipe dreams that will pay my debt

Still, I'll follow to free my mind
So you never leave me behind
Quiet night's feelings I have left
For pipe dreams that will pay my debt.