Tin Foil

biting tinfoil dreams that expire curiosity with paper thin come-hither motions. i am not alone but there’s a sneaking suspicion that this shit tastes like cake to most. cake, for fuck’s sake, sweet enough to tolerate. perhaps i should be fake, give in, and celebrate. complacency arrives just in time to see sparks fly from my teeth. dreams speak, from muted years of cheap friends who seek only to speak of cheap dreams. and suddenly i am cheapened. years spent. aluminum sweetened.

I’ll never be as good.

simple to say.

swimming in oil, drowning in wine

so we just keep our mouths shut…

and move on…

maybe we can do everything ourselves…

at least there’s no one to blame but ourselves…

no fingers to cast when it all falls down…

relying on anyone has never gotten us anywhere…

but maybe someday when we’ve sunk far enough, someone will cast a net…

keep pushing…

swimming in oil…

drowning in wine…

“Solace In Fugue” video underway…

Here are some stills from the footage we recorded for “Solace In Fugue”.
You can download the song for free here and view the rest of the photos here.

The Farse.

we talk about you behind all your backs.
we have everything you seem to lack.
we are entitled because of our scars.
we are embittered for losing what’s ours.

will you not save me when i want to bleed?
will you not follow when i want to lead?
will you not tell them to let me be?
will you not set me free?

it’s all a farse today.
so i must find a way
to figure out everything about you.
to filter out everything but you.

we talk in circles, i’m left with disgust.
and i feel so full of your shit i could bust.
but i keep my face on and knod in reply.
and you keep on talking like it’s not a lie.

it’s all a farse today.
so i must find a way
to figure out everything about you.
to filter out everything about you.
to sift through your heart and find the thing that will spare you.

Kill The Ones I Long To Be

VERSE1:

your mission’s compromised the moment that you lay the plans
i count the tired yarns you’ll spin yourself on just one hand
and with all the time your wasting i could write a thousand songs for you
if noise could spoil your mission that would be one more excuse

BRIDGE/CHORUS:

your “will”‘s will turn to “might”‘s
in spite of time’s relentless melt

your “maybe”‘s justified
by all the lies you tell yourself

but rest assured my friend,
in time you will
in time you will
in time you will
in time you will
in time you will
in time you will
in time you will

VERSE 2:

the cadence of these words will dawn upon a greater man than you
and he will change his mind to find the way to getting out of this is through
and with nothing learned and unconcerned you’ll shrug responsibility
but you are well aware that this is not what you were born to be

BRIDGE/CHORUS:

your “will”‘s will turn to “might”‘s
in spite of time’s relentless melt

your “maybe”‘s justified
by all the lies you tell yourself

but rest assured,
in time you will.

BREAKDOWN:
I’ve been treading water, barely staying up.
Tending to the broken hearts, and emptying the cups.
I’ve been standing in the quicksand looking up.
“In time you will” has been the sinking anthem long enough.

Kill the fallen angels.
Kill the ones I long to be.

I’ve let Mr. Hyde decide for long enough.
Broken glass and bloody knees and suicidal lust.
All the faces photos seem to show beneath the dust.
Wasted youth, unspoken truth, and traces of disgust.

“Sorry, son, but could you hold this till your time is up?”
“Weeeeeeeeeeeeell…I’ve been been carrying the weight for long enough.”
In time you would, in time you would, in time you would give up.
In time you will
In time you will
In time you will
In time…

Kill the fallen angels.
Kill the ones I long to be.

END CALL:
Give me what i’m owed and
all the weight will seem to
fall away

END RESPONSE:
Getting what you wanted
doesn’t mean the weight will
fall away

END CALL:
Give me everything and
all the weight will seem to
fall away

END RESPONSE:
Give up everything and
all the weight will surely
fall away

Words.

the
words
they
help
but only
me
what i will say
will
never be
good enough
to
clear
the
shit
on
my shoulders
i
try
to forget
what’s left
behind
bound
to regret
words
are
all
i
have
now

your lies are all the same
the self-concentric game
“i think”
“i dream”
“i am important”

yeah?

but what if you’re not?

Phantom Limb

Saw it coming.
Did what what you told me to.
I’m still kneeling.
My knees are breaking through.

Taken by the pain you wish you felt.
Taken by the love you never had.
Taken by the pain you fake.
Taken by the love in your head.

The pain’s creeping back.

Save yourself.

Buy your indulgence.
Do what you tell me to.
It cant save us.
No matter what you do.
Buy my confession.
I can be tortured too.
You just watch me.
I’ll end up just like you.

So i push myself away.
To return another day.
I’m flesh and blood.
I’m just a man.
I’m flesh and blood.

The pain’s creeping back.
Save yourself.
The pain’s creeping back.
DID WHAT YOU TOLD ME TO.

I dont ever want to hear this shit again.
Wrap it up and choke it down.
Just remember, it was you who pissed in this wishing well.
If there was ever any doubt.

Corridors

I keep going down the same dark hallway knowing exactly what’s at the end.
My loss of language, dignity, company, and time I could better spend.

Fears are only fears once the corridors dilate.
Should I decide to turn around…