When you look inside yourself you fit the frame just like everyone else.

Cancer and black holes. I am and i never will.

Cancer and black holes. I am and i never will.

It's all politics, it's all poly ticks

Are swarming inside my head, inside my heart, back and back and forth again.

I am and i never will be a prophet because prophets need testing too.

Messianic tendencies have gotten to me.

Seeds we sow.

It's very. it's very, it's extra ordinary when my friends carry their own crosses i carry their crosses too.

Burden, blood is on their sister's hands.

Sisters and her blisters.

We're all exchanging glances for fashions.

I know your pain,
They broke my bones and divided me.
Where have you been?
It’s been 19 years of this ****** mess.
This is your mother asleep at the wheel, This is your brothers blood in the backseat
When everything you love only seems like something you feel.

Sacred sediment wrapped in white gold.
Shiny as god’s revolver but twice as cold.
What you hear is all Casablanca and she’s shivering cold.
They took your teeth, fragments of what they sold.

Take these seams from me.
Split them down these American IV dreams.
Take these seams from me.
Take these two lips, cut me clean and free.

She put me out like a cigarette.
Burned at both ends.
And my history to the anesthetist
and my body to surgeons

Take these words from me.
These cystic fibrosis regimes.
Take these words from me.
Light blue collar worker bees.

- MW

The water Is wide, white as ******* eyes. And I stand at the road pleading to god to see headlights.                              

Stand cold and shivering. Insecurity, Center dividers and purgatory.    

This is what we know and it wont change anytime soon.                                  

My cup runneth over.

Our Armories,                                                                                            

We are all just mirror images, ugliness clearer then your eyes laid shut while you’re tossing and turning at night.

Its all pain seeping through wires, in my veins and onto my skin.

The pain, It fills me up. Fills me up like this waitress fills my coffee cup.

I pray to god you make it wine, sweater to the tongue.

And if this may pass, god grant me the power to see past insecurities.

And this may pass please throw away all my ***** bed sheets.

This is the differences between cancer and divorce.

This is your soundtrack to a ****.

This is your abandoned song.

Breath cancer and bend your own will.

- MW