eternal light feat. proxscan

I’d waste it all
I’d waste it on the drug 

I’d waste my vision
My future I've become

Used to be so giddy
Now my brow errs every day 

I’d waste it all
I’d waste away alone and all
I’d kill myself for you 

I pray for you now every evening 
And every waking day
I remember when you called me
To touch my blood again 
I could take you for an evil
If I didn't spot your face 
I’ve just fallen for a sickness
The beauty of decay 
I could kill you in a second
If I didn't know restraint 
I wish I could live beside you
If you only knew my pain 
Make not haste this coming sunday
For then you should rest and lay 
Waste not worry on my spirit
As my spirit flies away

(what do you call a black man on the moon
That's an astronaut
What do you call an oven with a jew
That’s the holocaust
What do you call an asian on a bike
That's a cyclist 
What do you call a woman in a church
That's a methodist
What do you call a monkey in a house
That's the president
What do you call a cat chasing a mouse
That's the precedent 
What do you call a black man on the street
That's a tragedy
What do you call a soldier with no feet
That's an amputee)

I’d waste it all
I’d waste it on the drugs

I’d cut my spirit
This nothing I’ve become 

I’d waste it all
I’d waste it on a joke

Throw out my egg
My corpse and dripping yolk, you know
I’d kill myself for you 
I could picture you awake now
In a sweeter, softer space
I wish love could last forever
If I only knew my place
I know poppy seeds forgive me
When I do my spirit dance
I wish I could touch your nature
If you only gave me the chance 
You could kill me for my sunbeams
If God granted you the grace
I would picture you the devil
If it weren't for your darling face 
I would love to live without you
If I only had the faith
I know freedom is the answer
Make waste and not make haste

(what do you call a black man on the moon
That's an astronaut 
What do you call a greek man on a ship
That’s an argonaut 
What do you call a russian in the cold
That's just normalcy 
What do you call an asian getting old
That's humanity 
What do you call a monkey in a house
That's the president
What do you call a cat chasing a mouse
That's the precedent 
What do you call a jew with tired eyes
An optometrist 
What do you call a white man that tells lies
A philanthropist)


I’d waste it all
I’d waste it on the drug

I’d throw my vision
In the grime and in the mud

Kill my body
Put desire in its hole

Keep on eating
All the tar until you're full 

I’d waste it all
I’d waste it on the drugs

I’d cut my spirit
This nothing I’ve become 

I’d waste it all
I’d waste it on a joke
 
I'd kill your vision
That black kaleidoscope

Don't Make Waste, Make Haste! (Progressive Jokes)

Answering the call
I’d like to take a fall
Into your angle

The pressure’s in the blood
My spirit’s vital mud
I’ll fear and tremble 

If I had to make a call
I know I’d bet it all 
On Naomi’s numbers

Sweat drips brow to brow
I’ll never ask you how
Your faith is wonder

It's so easy now
To look back and frown
In a simple way
You’re the light of day

Holy tune descend
If my love could only bend
Across the gulf to you

Tissue grace my skull
Let the christform make me whole
You see me through and through

Content or the form
I know you won’t conform
To shapes the devil drew

 Freedom glows around
Your darling skull and crown
You burst with something new

It's so far away
Like a hazy day 
Take it easy now
You're a silver cloud 

It’s so fun to say
I’m in love again
With your picture world
You are life unfurled

Naomi's Numbers

skinwalker wip

into your heart

lyrics:
Hello my man
You're killing me
Rub this glass
Into your gums
Jun is stressed
As hell again
Some French bitch
Is fucking him

But the drain gang tour of 22’
Was like our summer of 69’
I haven't the time

Oh dear
Im huffing this
Horses line
To grip some bliss
There's Elaine
Refusing me
MDMA
Think i might OD

(I don't even like this shit
You know it
I would throw it all away
In a single moment
You lay awake at night
Think of all you miss
I would throw it all away
If I weren't like this)

But not to long after i would find myself sick
Leaning on the trashcan out back
While Dana holds my hair

I miss you so
Though we’ve barely met
I’m just a ghost
Haunting few events
Oh Polina
I’ll see you again
Hope the west coast
Doesn't break your brain 

(I don't even care for this
You know it
I would throw it all away
In a heated moment
I just want to feel your soul
For a single second
All these brief people I know
Are my greatest blessings)

And the drain gang show of 22’
Was like our summer of 69’
But I haven't the time
To stay

into your heart

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