Candles lighting windows
But the neighborhood is cold
Heartstrings galvanize feelings
Every thought is a transient chemical

Crises come with machetes
Harvesting the reactions, the moldy flavor of apathy
Trying to find the words to say
To take the visceral pain away

Terror bird, please eat me out
I want to live with the murder
Limelight eases emotion
Tiny bodies piling up, blinded by the cries for help

Can't feel it
I can't see it
I can't touch it
I am an inanimate

Tiny bodies piling up, blinded by the cries for help
I can't feel
I can't feel

Someone could lift me up
Someone could lift when I can't stand
I can't stand, oh
Crawling won't look so wrong
Inching my nose to open hands, open hands

Fresh flushing faces pop up on my palm
Hopeful embraces flashing to be found
I twist my story till one comes around
I twist my face till it's all right

Shoot winking smiles
My chest aches and pounds
Weight of my wanting pins me to the ground
I feel it, I feel it
Now!
Now!

Someone could lift me up
Someone could lift when I can't stand
I can't stand, oh
Crawling won't look so wrong
Inching my nose to open hands, open hands

Drifting together in a digital sea
Waves bring us closer and rip you from me
I flail my torso in hopes you can see
I flail my arms, baby, all night

Pale lights in my bed so sleep with the sound
Chatter holograms empty me out
I feel it, I feel it

Someone could lift me up
Someone could lift me up
Someone, please lift me up

Someone could lift me up
Someone could lift when I can't stand
Ah
Crawling won't look so wrong
Inching my nose to open hands
Ah

Hey, man, I'm overthinking
When I'm feeling magical
Nah, I'm just kidding
I got no feeling at all

Oh, nothing charges me like the night
It's like, good God, I was born to write
Hey, wait, what about my body though?
I gotta find a way to get my glitter, my sass
More time wining, dining, kissing ass

Hey
I'm feeling sad
I'm feeling so alone
With my holy ghost

I feel it
And when I bleed
I take control
Of my holy ghost

Oh, I am shrinking in the laptop light
Messages and blessings from each part of my mind
When I'm writing fiction I can shriek in real life
Telling me to quit and feed it till the sunrise

Hey, man, what if I told you
That stress comes as a blessing
Nah, I ain't kidding
My nerves are tremors of bliss

Nourish the skin that gradually sags
Squinting at the font too small to grasp
Hey, wait, can't shut it down just yet
I feel it pulsing through the walls
Hit record, ink is flowing, drawing smudges
Past my dirty little paws

Hey
I'm feeling sad
Ooh, I'm feeling so alone
With my holy ghost

I feel it (I am shrinking in the laptop light)
And when I bleed (Messages and blessings from each part of my mind)
I take control (When I'm writing fiction I hear a shriek in real life)
Of my holy ghost (Telling me to quit and feed it till the sunrise)

I ate something odd, no wonder why I twitch so much
I am swimming in a muck full of stomach stuff
I will spin the old story if it fills me up
Used to thinking about it, I was so young

I can feel
I can feel
Oh I can feel
I am shrinking in the laptop light
Messages and blessings from each part of my mind
When I'm writing fiction I can shriek in real life
Telling me to quit and feed it till the sunrise

Hey, I'm feeling sad
I'm feeling so alone
With my holy ghost

I feel it
And when I bleed, oh
I take control
Of my holy ghost

Nobody smiles through a beating
Shakes off the blood and keeps playing
So what am I doing here, what am I

Smoky breath rise to the ceiling
Water stained wall paper peeling
And I am high in my mind
Where am I, where am I

We choke our insides in
And wish the outs away
We tuck our secrets in
And hold a pretty face

Nobody is glad to be kneeling
Scrubbing the walls
For diseases and I am right
In my mind, I am right

Bracing for tumors or seizures
Feeding the toilet my treatment
Where am I, where am I

We choke our insides in
And wish the outs away
We tuck our secrets in
And hold a pretty face

I see a man in the alley
Hood hiding heaps of grief
These supple hands are trembling
Coat tails pass in the breeze

I smell the fear in the alley
Hood hiding heirlooms of class
These tired hands are steady
My fate is tied to the mast

Every time I see you, I am not myself
I am acting, smiling, I'm not one of them
Will I teach my children how horrendous it feels
To draw the line between skins?

Ooh

I hear my name in the alley
Shouts flicker morse with the lights
Shots fire for no reason
Ghosts with their palms open wide

Every time I see you, I am not myself
I am acting, smiling, I'm not one of them
Will I teach my children how horrendous it feels
To draw the line between skins?

A
Dime
I
See

I drop a dime in the alley
Glimmers to bring him the news
These steady hands are trying
Though they've done nothing for you

I'm always at it every night
Stoking the fire
Yearning for flight
Truth be told I'll soon be old

Top of the middle
I'm in the huddle
I'll drag my body through tiniest tunnels
It turns me on to soon be gone

I'ma
I'ma send a

I'm always at it
Chasing the vermin
Sealing the letters and kissing goodbye
Truth be told I'll soon be old

Gathering kibble
Scraps on the table
I'll drag my body through every fable
It turns me on to soon be gone

I'ma
I'ma send a
I'ma send out a message to my love

Sending out a message to my love
Sending out a message when I worry too much
Only thing that matters is not giving up
I'm sending out a message to my love

Sending out a message to my love
Sending out a message when I worry too much
Only thing that matters is not giving up
I'm sending out a message to my love

I'm always at it every night
Dye cast memories strewn aside
Truth be told I'll soon be old
Top of the middle
I'm in the huddle
I drag my body through tiniest tunnels
It turns me on to soon be gone

Every tree bursting
No phoenix, no net
No Green Peace, no regret
Just gravity

Blowing no flames
Spitting out secrets
Thick noises out power our voices

Oh, nasty dog
You are choking on a cog in my time machine
Drag you along to the times from which you run
So you can see what I see

Oh, nasty dog
You are choking on a cog in my time machine
Drag you along to the times from which you run

Cracking away, syringes and blankets
Our poets are strangers and voiceless

In the ash, I found a bird
Still as the lump men
Sleeping in alleyways
Still as my gaze, as they're croaking for change
Let myself feel nothing and walk away
Piss stained and crunchy
Toothless and pungent
I'm sure he deserved it

Oh, nasty dog
You are choking on a cog in my time machine
Drag you along to the times from which you run
So you can see what I see

Oh, nasty dog
You are choking on a cog in my time machine
Drag you along to the times from which you run
So you can see what I see

I was string thin, barren and scrambling for food
My people exiled, subhuman and crude
They took my lover and library too
War left me vagrant with nothing to lose

If I could go back, one thing I would do
Try to unravel, cut down, and unscrew
The first double helix that links me to you
First double helix that links me to you
Ooh, ah, ah, ah

My beautiful blood from mom and dad
With the hand grenade pin out
A beautiful breed, half whiskey, half weed
Full disappointed, every chance I see

When you're angry with everyone
(With your lips locked, stomach dropped, chips on your shoulder)
Just because we're laughing, we're not making fun
(Then you deal it, then you reel it in, it feels like a shotgun)

Ah, ah
Don't turn your belly side up
Show me your teeth, girl
Show me what you're made of

Glistening gems to follow
Like the movies come to life
Sharp promises to swallow
Everything's alright
(Everything's alright, everything's alright, everything's alright)

Ah, ah
Don't turn your belly side up
Show me your teeth, girl
Show me what you're made of

Ah, ah
Don't turn your belly side up
Put up your dukes
Don't let nothing get through
Oh

When you're angry with everyone
(With your lips locked, stomach dropped, chips on your shoulder)
Just because we're laughing, we're not making fun
Then you deal it, then you reel it in, it feels like a shotgun

Show me your teeth, girl
Show me what you're made of

Ah, ah
Don't turn your belly side up
Put up your dukes
Don't let nothing get through
Put up your dukes
Don't let nothing get through
Put up your dukes
Don't let nothing get through
Put up your dukes
Don't let nothing get through
Put up your dukes
Don't let nothing get through

Hey, it's your boy
It's your girl
It's your everyone
Standing in a line, showing cards, taking numbers
Standing in a line, one-way stride to the ocean
To the ocean

Hey, he's a lady
She's a man
Just like anyone
Watching waters rise, taking flights to the ozone
Kiss them both goodbye
Babies all gotta leave sometime

I'm driving dirty
Bugs busting
Dead deer all around me
Disgusting!
What would I have to lose to pull over I'd
Rather be someone and watch the world burn

Look past the clouds to the stars and the asteroids
Swirling nebulae
Crashing rocks
Passing over

I pray we both collide
So when we die no one can blame us

I'm driving dirty
Tanks guzzling
Greasy tires squealing
Guts sloshing
Greasy tires squealing
Disgusting!
What would I have to lose to pull over I'd
Rather be someone and watch the world burn

The well is empty
We'll dig another ten feet
You'll see there is plenty
To last till our kid's twenty

The well is empty
Let's dig ten more feet
You'll see there's plenty
You'll see it's empty

The well is empty
Let's dig ten more feet

I'm gonna lay back down

Hey, where's your boy
Hey, where's your girl
Hey, where is your everyone

Left this place behind, one-way stride to the ozone
Hey, let's remember when we slipped into the ocean

Laughter rings hollow in the dining room
Cackling across empty platters

I know I missed another stitch
They cannot hide the sadness in their grins
Gently fraying at the hems and the neckline
Hours of hands fussing fall through the seams

I made it to the 21st century

Everything comes in boxes these days
Lining the sidewalks for the holidays
Rummaging through the manuals
Bells and whistles keep me on my horse
Deja vu rides like an antique sports car
Timeless finish floats past the potholes

I made it to the 21st century
Can't they fix everything
Box me up with the satisfaction guarantee
I know there's a piece that's wrong with me