Twenty-six years and seems like I've just begun

To understand my, my intimate is no one

When the director sold the show, who bought its last rites?

They cut the cast, the music, and the lights



This is my line, this is eternal

How did I ever end up here?

Discarnate, preternatural

My prayers to disappear

Absent of grace, marked as infernal

Ungranted in dead time left me disowned

To this nature, so unnatural

I remain alone



Twenty-six years end, still speaking in these tongues

Such revelations while understood by no one

When the new actor stole the show, who questioned his grace?

Please clear this house of ill-acquired taste



This is my line, this is eternal

How did I ever end up here?

Discarnate, preternatural

My prayers to disappear

Absent of grace, marked as infernal

Ungranted in dead time left me disowned

To this nature, so unnatural

I remain alone



Give me something, give me something

Give me something, give me something

Give me something, give me something real



I lay strewn across the floor, can't solve this puzzle

Everyday another small piece can't be found

I lay strewn across the floor, pieced up in sorrow

The pieces are lost, these pieces don't fit



This is my line, this is eternal

How did I ever end up here?

Discarnate, preternatural

My prayers to disappear

Absent of grace, marked as infernal

Ungranted in dead time left me disowned

To this nature, so unnatural

I remain alone



This is my line, this is eternal

How did I end up here?

Discarnate, preternatural

My prayers to disappear

Absent of grace, marked as infernal

Ungranted in dead time left me disowned

To this nature, so unnatural

I remain alone





We held hands on the last night on earth

Our mouths filled with dust.

We kissed under the trees

And in the fields

Screaming like dogs,

Bleeding dark into leaves.



It was empty on the edge of town

But we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river.

So we walk through the waste

where the road curved into the sea.

And the shattered seasons lay

and the bitter smell of Burning was on you like a disease

In our cancer of passion you said

"Death is a midnight runner."



the sky came crashing down

like the news of an intimate suicide

we picked up the shards

and formed them into shapes of stars

that wore like an antique wedding dress

The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn

as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop.





the few insects skittered away

in hopes of a better pastime

i kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked

but you made me realize

that my ticket wasn't good for two...

i rode alone





You said the cinders are falling like snow.

there is poetry in despair

And we sang with unrivaled beauty.

bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.

Of blue and grey.

Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in

the flesh of the city.



The sun was stagnated somewhere beyond the rim of the horizon

and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines.

Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward,

and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched

into the earth like a message.