Existential crisis in a carefully-measured dose. A patented formula for awakening the synapses to awareness of cataleptic cataclysm.
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You’d only call it a disaster
If you were trying extra hard to be nice
But all the niceties were
Crushed up for the mix drinks
Because the party was all out of ice
Hush, little baby.. don’t you bitch, now
We’ve laid waste to all your pesky fears
Just listen to the soft voice of certain death
How it whispers such sweet things in your ears
I woke this morning to the sweet sounds
Of everything falling apart
I can’t find the glue, anywhere I look
And I know better than to look in my heart
Doom arrived late night at the soirée
As I passed by, I kicked it in the clutch
I wasn’t mad at all about what it planned to do
Only that a few, it wouldn’t touch
Gentleman and ladies all line up now
To stab the eyes, each one has a go
Don’t waste your breath, explaining to them how
They only blind themselves… they already know
Don’t stop the show, it’s all too much fun
Admission price is all the useful parts
We sold it all off, dirt cheap, no reservations
And long ago, we emptied out our hearts
I remember sunny days and bird songs
But all these things are swiftly brushed aside
For the sounds of ourselves,
The images of others;
Both from which, we vainly seek to hide
I found a thousand beautiful reasons
Then, was told I needed one thousand and one
Things like joy, a heart full of kindness,
A chameleon face and a gun
Blood in the glass, broken glass on the ground
Broken glass and blood on the blade
Note the irony with a wry, little smile
It’s the finest contribution that I’ve made
Watch the smoke rising, a sigh of contentment
The finest contribution that I’ve made
It’s getting much harder to keep it all down
Throwing it away might be smart
When all of it is burned, black, full of poison
Most especially in the heart
I woke this morning to the sweet sounds
Of everything falling apart
I can’t find the glue, anywhere I look
And I know better than to look in the heart
We all know there’s nothing
There to find, in our hearts
Trent Boswell is a thing that once blinked briefly in and out of existence. It made noises and gestures while it lasted. The
nature of its demise is unclear. Some sources say it collapsed beneath the weight of entropy and time. Other facts suggest the possibility it was destroyed by a predator, an accident, or perhaps even by itself. The truth of the matter is unknown. Luckily, no one cares. ...more
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