COLD

would the red snow
turn blue from cold?
undoubtedly so
the blood runs blue through my veins
and through yours...

FLAG (politician killer)

lets write a rulebook
for a piece of cloth
cant you stay for dinner?
cant you stay forever?
can i ask too much?
its back to the sea with you
in and out just like(with) the rain.
ChAoS
give me the K
in a "ch" C-H
this politician killers
scoped down on me.

THE LAST STAND

death to july
ill stab you to death,
you fucking bastard.
two can play at your game
silently ill sneak up
wrap my wrist around your mouth
then THRUST, JAB, RIP AND STAB
murder never felt so great.
revenge, extra rare.
see this:
my reflection,
this knife blade
look what ive become.
cant regress, shouldnt want to
just need you.
"together till the end" you said
july just took me over
time had the last laugh

!time had my last laugh!

REJUVINATION CHAMBER

theres a hint of red on my hands
matches the crimson tinted ground
if i could just get up..
higher... higher...
ah yes, thats better
what a view
oh dear, now my player is red
and i cant explain this pain in my chest
perhaps the answers written in the sky
or echoing through these wires

why yes moonman, id love to dance
dont mind the hounds of hell
beckoning me down
i can stay awhile lon-
oh, im sorry, now your suit is stained
why do you keep pointing at my chest?
oh, oh, wellt hat explains the pain
the raging
WAR again
my brain has a new friend, hello nostalgia
ill just lie down then
and fade into the music and the night...

THE BIG CONCERN

the air keeps me sane
or insane as everyone else is concerned.
as everyone else is concerned...theyre concerned
APPARENTLY....theyre concerned.
about you.
tick. stop.
tock. start.
tick. STOP.
ring in. stop.
cash out. start.
ring in. STOP.
apparently theyre concerned about US.?

BABY DOE

a woman is drowning herself to death
a bottle of forgotten
and a woman is drowning to death
we look to who for answers
and all we get is "baby doe"


words
these are the words i will use most often at shows for now. i may or may not though, who knows, depends on the mood that night.
CRIMSON

this is not a restoration
this is not your devistation
this is not your vegetation
this is an outback unattack
panning in left to back
back to front
i am not the one you
hunt.
we were screaming through the night
"ALL IS LOST! ALL IS WON! ALL IS ONE! DUST AND DIRT! WE'RE ALL ONE!"
we're all lost.
crimson trees
and crimson streets.
pavement hearts
for pavement heads.
deadly tones
through deadly phones.
your tone is green.
your tone is red.

this is not my restoration declaration.
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