thin lips = cruel sips

at my resolve
and three quarters willful
need to do away
with your memory's
hips.

And we built them in our image as they had done before us,
fractals of habit.

In this endless endeavor toward the path of least resistance,
we produce the democratic image of humanity.

This is a call to arms;
digital soldier brings the digital war.

Does she think before she places her feet?
How unique.

The pattern keeps repeating most attractively,
but its the patterns in the pattern that shape our destiny.
I find comfort in forgetting that everything is nothing,
and all this beauty makes me happy just to say I am something.

Cloud my eyes, i’ll be alright.
Cloud my eyes, and i’ll be fine.

Why is everything that i’m feeling nothing of who i am?
Now all the love I'm needing is going up in smoke.
Is there nothing for this daily dying that's lived inside of me?
Can't you tell the only thing I’m feeling is "na na na-na-na"?

The pattern keeps repeating as far as i can see,
and there are patterns in the pattern quite recursively.
But, i find comfort in forgetting everything is nothing,
and all this beauty makes me happy just to say I am something.

Welcome to the world of the depressed,
where the lights and motion take interest.
Welcome to the hour of decay,
where the lights and motion take you away.

I don’t want to wake up from this dream.
Run away from reality.
Dying inside of my memory.
Story of a living casualty.

I think i might just sleep this off...
I think you should just write me off...

I held the blood of
A noble ghost, the source
To works of ******* princes
And hotly discourse.

Your eyes, too old
Like glass, broken.
Cutting across thoughts,  
Floating away, unspoken.

We walked down the tracks,
And we smoked our cigars.
Our rational burning,
On stage for the stars.

On my canvas linen bed
I can’t be seen
But feed
Delicious red fruit
By the arm of an avalanche
-And the tips of frostbitten antlers

Friendly chains in a timely manner
I assume someone paid them to keep me in *******
They would never do this to me without strange reason, besides
I’m a euphoric little *******
Squinting with my bedroom eyes
Hinting at with shrewd surprise
That our skin is all but melting

por algún motivo
la noche me quiere matar
déjame en paz
oscuro y hiriente
encuentra otro hijo
malvada existencia

según tu me amas
que chiste mas cruel
dicen los segundos solitarios
que pasan entre nosotros
cada vez mas largo
y infiel a tu memoria

te mando una de mis manos
bésalo cariño
y seca tus lagrimas entre los dedos
devuélvame lo, da prisa

haré bien con lo que tengo ahora
la sal de tus ojos entre mis labios