Oceans of time Oceans of time connect Each go to a death Oceans of death
It pays to kill Anyone who has information In the park, we hide behind rocks We urinate on rocks Until the sun comes up Encrypted in flesh Concrete soaked
Born of concrete born out of chemistry comes out of chaos blooms into infinity new animals born of concrete born of chemistry animals concrete born to
What direction should we choose? we're lost and still confused I walk into the sun with you the only one The walk is taking days the hours become
I was the corpse that spiraled out Into phantom hallways
(sung by lockett) so long to the days you grow sad of and if i try but found not much for you to hold the more you hold the more you feel alone and
We had some conflicts with Prince Erudite Laid out on spreadsheets And in the parking lot Of my high school Cheap acid, soft focus I was sixteen
So I woke up In a radio freeze Occupied by a couple of girls I knew from Way back when, where Oh, I had my face like the ocean So I?d radiate but Too
In the beginning, the world was a map Out through the back door and into the track Home is an echo reflecting a place I disappeared then without a
And there was no connecting actions and words And the bright sunlight, the movement of white birds The car ride home, smiling again The light of my focus
My greatest fear, I fantasized: The days were long, the weeks flew by Before I knew I was awake My days were through, it was too late My greatest fear
Sugar My cousin Klash He's got cash to spend (to spend) My cousin's in the garage He's in the garage He's in the garage My cousin Klash My cousin
in the world so many useless bodies so much traffic in the world so many useless bodies please consider all the couples kissing the children
wasted our lives we wasted our time i trickled out creek would run dry steam would rise i tried i tried i tried i tried....
note:i cant really tell when lockett is saying "come for me" versus "cover me" versus "comfort me," but its basically stream of consciousness so i don
scraping chunks from ice sculptures i don't know where i've been for so long i don't know where i'm going but i'm gone, gone, gone scraping chunks from
crucified on a cross in front of all my closest friends crucified on a cross in front of all my closest friends ahhhhhh
I lived twice after my suicide In the future or the past, I could not decide, which one I hate the most My body has become a sacramental host When you