Spun up and down like trash in the wind
Inking skin, eyes constricted pinpricks
Fast tricks with low risk, another gram of the American dream coughed up
No luck, no safety net, organic meatgrinder ****** and wet
I guess this is what we get, for being so callous to the rest

N.ever
A.rrive
P.ot
A.lways
L.ine
M.usic

S.tereo
T.ick
I.sland
C.ommon
K.ill
S.tomach

T.all
O.ver

K.ind
I.dea
D.ream
S.ilence­d

I hope to meet you somewhere after all this
I'll make it up in quiet time, I promise
Gentle, quiet, time, from stream to sea, think of all the lives washed through
Into raging torrents we hurl ourselves, unaware of the tide
Slack water in my soul, everything gone flat
Cardboard houses filled with cats, calico comrades
Find a corner in the dark and stare
Light the lamps so the fish can find our floating home

Goodbye dreams, you have left me for the last time
Phantoms in the boxcars of my mind, screeching down track
This first taste of cold is biting at my back, and I can't run fast enough

Emeralds swimming under low water crossing
Cypress roots give footing to rushing water
Lines and hooks, tokens shook from biting mouths
Striking south, towards sea, would walk blindly
To where brine meets, take a seat, wait for curtains, repeat

Cannibal soul, eat up everything, push out poison
Convert caloric content into hate, burn with it
Strike out blind, walk reckless in the night
Snuffed out lights in the primordial gloom
Neanderthal watched homosapien pronounce his doom
Sinking into rotten blooms of hyacinth, half hearted resistance
Guess I'll just drown

You show me how
loving and gentle
I want to be.

Own slanted hand against me,
eyes tied behind
my back.

I'm so tired
of my own
**** self.

It woke up,
just now,
and it's coming

for you.