[dead man]

charcoal city
black ivy lattice crawling through brick
imagine waking up one day and calling it quits
fortune teller crystal ball in his fist, charlatan mystic
all my children play apostle for Christmas. toss me your wish
watch me repress it, call me a taxi
i'm headed wherever
long abandoned that theory we'd turn out better together
sensitive kid in search of empath. remember the times
we fucked and then hated ourselves the rest of the night
heavy burden i am, street urchin stuck in a room
headlining empty rooms until there's nothing to prove
proselytize my concubine like summery blues
when all I've seen for months is stone and rubber and glue
call me collect. this payphone works for dollars and cents
i'm a marketing gimmick who's target audience left
pardon me, this is the only part of me which
truly wants to die but can't be bothered to slip
spirits in my liver let me talk to my friends
who will never see the sun again but want to repent
holy homily we're far from the shore, we swam into storms
gasping for air. christ i barely even laugh anymore
black-robe phantom horrorshow a ghastly galore
pill-popping 20 years to battle panic disorder
gravity falls
city lights forgotten forests and snow
you've cried me a river. now build me a boat
ropes tied onto harbor gates we floated in unison
so ugly when i look inside that nobody's beautiful
total luminescence gritty grimy perverse
90 gigahertz per mile we jog from hospice to church
slow it
down