In my face I've seen the span of existance

The scene that flashes across the eyes of the departed between brilliance and blackout plays on a reel in my minds eye

I've seen what the hand stained with motor oil does to the luxurious bone structure of a child

I've witnessed indifference in the form of the storm of steel toed debauchery

I've seen the face you make when gratification unveils itself as disappointment and all you can think to do is find a fresh pair of double A's and make love to a phantom

I've worn sorrow like cheap eye liner, burning my eyes with each blink

I write profound revelations only to realize I'm still so obsessed with what you think


Call me what you will, I've heard the track on repeat

Shades of evergreen flutter like an epileptic slideshow


Giving...Giving...Giving... Sorry! Could not reciprocate!

Control Altered your deleted cache of toner tainted serenades

Poverty, depleted cash, my pockets echo in a field of change

Shards of silver slivers melt to form my mangled mannequin manner