arithmeticness, light it up, light it up. I got the heat in both feets, snake handler's hands. Come back with slickness and do it all again. My subtle
on top To shake your filthy heart To make your past and present part Barricade to break me down Blind to words you won?t allow Deaf to the subtle sound
Your mouth it speaks with the subtle disconnection between open doors with subtle observations but these symptoms of each sickness are in a line from
a subtle war that's right outside your door Amidst a subtle war Pick your weapon Talk to no one Paranoia Can we take this anymore Amidst a subtle war
We walked across the sand Two trails with tales to tell And our footprints kept our track Until there were only two One pair of prints pronounced one
Here comes the anesthesia Its coming straight from your hips Weve got no use for needles Weve got this all under our belt Sirens fill the air waves Warning
Our optics failed us once again In hopes to find the perfect lens Our signals read not what we meant Our crosshairs tangled like a web (And) We wont
implore empty skies because our hearts hold room for no one else. We extend our claws to grasp at shadows of the ideals we have lost, casualties of a subtle
You day her out through a winter of owe... so you can stay your ground in the littles of woe. when one releases themselves to defending their portion
(The No) A skeptic can be grown in no-time from the treated torso of anyone torn in two And in this era of the owned and indebted who, the means to
(A ways outside the tower and turmoil of towns,) In the quiet color cutting of another spendid sunset... on the spit of wire spun between two telephone
Luck locked? Moon shot? Un-god got? Goner hope not Your in unlikely rock shock... Now are you just in the aiming, this hopeful knight all right and reining
Exiting Arm The pit and alabaster ascension to out the middle mind and dine to dine on the nectar hard to dine on royal oil of arm and resign the simple
I see bow, kite and bones. I really am, and you'd excuse me if my throat fell out. Say, I'm a window- and windows fall to pieces.. to pieces. And then
There's a carrot and ape... both on stage : both dangling The ape's lucky leather jacket has turned up missing and he's shouting out something about
You're peeking through the barred and blackened end of a once and former window. There's two guerillas in a hardly furnished basement rushing a hit
To somehow have it so that the long arm of all apathy might sit comfortably free beside the committed empty hopeful humaned world Do you take to take
The lids on Streetlights peel back to reveal row upon row of bulging black bird eye. all gorged out toward you like exotic zoo snakes heaped up on