and the humour of the moment drowned the pain your mind invented
so I’ll send it in the mailbox a million times just so you get it
and I’m pointing to that big green sign, it says “EXIT”
for my next trick, my best friend, I’ll make you cry until you faint
cause I really get insensitive when your fingerprints are in the paint
the patron saint of love-bites has his picture on my wall
and the curtain-call of hardship leaves no room for this at all
so, yes, I am frustrated, because this plastic melts right through me
and the effort to really love you proves to be too time-consuming
maybe I should live in my room and avoid all social gatherings
because tonight even reality is just a bit too flattering
and I’m scattering your feelings while sticks and stones lie dead still
we’ll pick the bones in skirmishes to meditate on God’s will
so hold still, while I speak out the salt into your paper cuts
and the dawn will break tomorrow shedding light on only one of us
ridiculous notions of hope in the dark night
I’m fixing antennae, crack open the star light
in backyard experiments with cigarettes and language
the anguish of dead ends and idols that vanish
through faces of friends that relate to the panic
to a backtrack of a beautiful girl rhyming in Spanish
I lavish the quiet reminders of death
the silent denials kept under my breath
that hold back the ruthless and ritual rapist
embracing its victims primarily because they’re faceless
I’m faced with the same shapeless choices as you man
the makeshift criteria distinguishing the true fans
from counterfeit groupies that synchronise like clones
but die alone like the last note with no music in their bones
I’m building a home for the liar in you, son
I’d stop counting deceptions if you could see through one
like writers exploiting with vague metaphors
dissolving the evidence through cracks in the floorboards
resembling your mind with its haphazard pattern
emphatically screaming for your heart to shatter…
ridiculous notions of hope in the dark night
I’m fixing antennae, crack open the star light
recording for lack of bitter words in jacob israel's studio, early 2009
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