A hauntcore confession in the voice of a poet with no place left to lie.
“meDIAS” unravels satire, memory, and the broadcast blues
TV as altar, mask, and mirror.
Spoken word for the post-truth generation.
For the ones still begging with birdshit hats and burnt tongues.
When to speak? When to stay silent? When the TV answers, it sounds like you.

Lyrics:

Orators of old
May I be bold 
Permit my tongue and foul breath 
I come to offer lies at your behest 

I am just a poet
My words are not worth much 
I have this old cap 
Stained by the bird shit of my trust 
You call it wit

Charm, grace, cultivated cat and chase 
If you would rather hear the squawking I can lead 
I bare before you in my hands 
A hat of little means 
I am a beggar in ways 
In more and more craze 
Some days I plead or seethe 
That I do not know, and fear never more, unless of course 
I have to be

If now is not the right time I pray 
Do say 
Just point which rage, wraith, strain, rains, or say
That I do not know, and fear never more, unless of course 
I have to be 

If now is not the right time I pray 
Do say 
Just point which rage, wraith, strain, rains, or say
That I do not know, and fear never more, unless of course 
I have to be 
Or which lying, blindness, or highness claims 
Time to see  

If you may allow me this one reprieve 
I ask just this one riddle of we
When should I speak
When should I stay quiet 
What if I get charged for instigating a riot 

What if when charged I lower my frame, pivot, and play the game
I speak songs with Alzheimer's 
I stay quiet for so long my gaze is the frame of a self portrait 
One I used to admire 

What if the game forgets the rules 
Acquires tools and land and fellow man 
When then would the breaking point one choose 
Is a dream and dream worth living if it always costs you 

Say what of a dream you can never forget, it forever haunts you 
Like speaking thrice in a mirror and the sound of flesh, it forever taunts you 
Nightmare or sleep
Life or peace 
Always wrong 
Nightly deceased 

TV TV sing to me 
Great wide blue cradle me 
You there on the tube tell me you see 
Just another man pretending to be

meDIAS

The Dream Is Dead

Bury Your Pain

Challenger

Vices

Monument

Relentless Chaos

Restoring Force

Glass Hearts

Bones Exposed

Feels Like Forever

Of Mice & Men

SECOND & SEBRING

Bones Exposed

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