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Apr 2021
THAT CONSTANT PULL
DRAWS ME IN
AGAIN
AGAIN
AGAIN
I'M DRIFTIN'
ADRIFT
LOST SIGHT
OF SHORE

THAT SILENT DARK NIGHT
THAT SUN'S A MEMORY
A FADED FILM
ON DULL WALLS

EVER IN TOW AND PULL
ETERNALL DARKNESS FALLS

THE SUN A PHOTOGRAPH
BURN IT FROM END TO END

WAYLAID IN THE DEATH HOUSE
NO BEACON TO THIS END
I'M WAYLAID IN THE DEATH HOUSE
WITH NO LIGHT TO SEND
MY EYES ARE BLINDING ME
EARS STONE MIND NUMB
NO SENSE IN THIS NONSENSE
CAN'T WAIT FOR IT TO END

THERE'S SURRENDER IN ABANDON
NUMBED TOUCH AND TASTELESS THINGS
CHEAP IMAGES SURROUND US
SALIVATE THE TASTE THAT LINGERS
IMPULSE COMPULSIVE TRENDS
THERE'S SURRENDER IN THE DEATH HOUSE
LIGHT WILL BRING ITS END


BLACK NIGHTS
CANCERED MEMORIES
DISSOCIATED NETWORKS
LOST TIME
BLINKING LIGHTS
LOST CONNECTIONS
LOST SIGHT
NO CONNECTION
BLINKING LIGHTS
LOST TIME
NO CONNECTION
NO LIGHT
NO SIGHT
NO CONNECTION
As if a song lyric that I wrote in my mid-teenage years...
Written by
Philip Connett
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