What have you done
With the scale & the thumb?
And my love that has no name?
Now I truly have no one

A rose, sometimes,
you leave it behind on a hero’s Green-Wood grave
The muse has moved on
To the pale moon’s grace

Blood in my body
Eyes on your sad face
Why don’t you lie to me?
Days like a burden
Will it be you or the sky
To cry first?
Im feelin ready
Stronger than every other time
I told you
“I’ve got a plan now, & I don’t want to die.”

I feel the spirit fading
Though I do try…
To find the fool who’s keen
to carry my shame
I fix my little future
One day at a time
While your wildfire
Has a bigger change in mind

Blood in my body
Eyes on your sad face
Why don’t you lie to me?
Days like a burden
Will it be you or the sky
To cry first?
Im feelin ready
Stronger than every other time
I told you
“I’ve got a plan now, & I don’t want to die.”

Blood In My Body

You know I feel it every single day
The way I felt watching you walk away
I’m standing like some broken object
Waiting to be thrown away

My fingers uncrossed
My hand to my chest
I have no time for an infinite jest
All I know is that
I wish you’d stayed

But you won’t catch my cryin
From the open binding
& the brutal page
I don’t ask no cold questions
Of my hot-steel blessing
Of my one & only cage

I know that I’m stuck in this loop
& I know how many times it’s been true
If I could snap my fingers & become
A different dude

I’d bet my life on the way this will play
On the very last morning I wake
I will not know who
To hand it off to

But you won’t catch my cryin
From the open binding
& the brutal page
I don’t ask no cold questions
Of my hot-steel blessing
Of my one & only cage

Brutal Page

Drenched in sunset blue
All my innocence to lose
There were smiles then
& a song on every tongue, too

Oh I never needed one
A quilt to clutch or a gun
Not with the halo handed out
To every blonde son

(A few words just for me)

Drenched in fall rain grey
Another year passed & pocked
upon your face
The power of will
All but drained
Oh I never needed none
A piece of mind or a ton
Not with the halo handed out
To every blonde son
(One hell for you, one hell for me)

Halo (Every Blonde Son)

In the middle of the widespread dread
There’s a little Kings County smile
The odds not in your favor
Your spirit none the wiser

The wife keeps cashing the reality checks
To keep you cradled & fed
One day I will not bore you
With the stories that came before you

In the middle of the modern world
You’ll come across some ancient roads
Panasonic plastic & Ford tractor gaskets
Sharing dirtnaps with Rappahannock bones

Just one click away
From the allure of fame
But you cannot touch the magic
If you’re not in tune with the tragic

All transactions dwell in shallow graves
Every dying breed comes with
A family name
I know you’re not scared
But please, don’t be brave
All transactions dwell in shallow graves

Me & your papa did a cold white line
For every chemtrail in the sky
& we danced with a mistress
In the warm hazy glow
Of a slow-burn suicide
Oh I don’t see the enemy
In the mirror or in your eyes
But our river of blood
Will be black clay when you’re judged
No barley
No bluebird in sight

All transactions dwell in shallow graves
Every dying breed comes with
A family name
I know you’re not scared
But please, don’t be brave
All transactions dwell in shallow graves

No Encore

He cannot be trusted with nature
His hate would make a Lynchburg pastor blush
The fate of Babylon isn’t yours
To pick & choose
While the west is won once again
By guns

It takes all damn day
To climb out of the grave
& the rest of the night
To find my appetite
Better luck next time
When I’ll be you
& I won’t shoot

You cannot be trusted
With my future
When I need you the most
You’re out buying smokes
The blessed bachelor set it up
To take his two
While he left you just waiting ‘round
For one

It takes all damn day
To climb out of the grave
& the rest of the night
To find my appetite
Better luck next time
When I’ll be you
& I’ll see it through

It’s only I with no footing
But the whole town must go down
Now I truly have no one
I’m not pressed to fix
What’s been pressed to my lips
Now I truly have no one

I'll Be You

Don't you untie me now
Keep the tongues in a twist
shirt soaked & ripped
Here I can just be myself

Rose petals, quite pretty
But the thorn keeps me listening
You want rain on a window pane?
Let her little kitty claws stripe my back bloody

No one
there's no one
Lights out
Better this way,
easier
No way further down
Junkie Snow White
T'Challa's sweaty brow
How much is too much to allow?
I'm surprised to see you crying
like you've never been used
'til now

No one gets out alive
snowglobe clausterphobe
One last skinny dip 'neath the palm-covered night
Rose petals, quite pretty
But you know, it's the thorn that keeps me listening
You want rain on a window pane?
Let her wet eyes show you
what you are missing

No one
there's no one
Lights out
Better this way,
easier
No way further down
Junkie Snow White
T'Challa's sweaty brow
How much is too much to allow?
I'm surprised to see you crying
like you've never been used
'til now

Don't You Untie Me Now

Charm Machine

False Prophet Days

Change My Attitude

The Way I'd Hold A Friend

New Blondie

Friend of the Show

Tryst & Shout

Now I Live Over on the B-Side

Mostly Clean Now

Playin' With Sadness

Discordia

bet you’d love a man like that
take charge, never look back
so sure of his worth
he can love you every way you deserve

now you can call me Alexander
you’re not my friend
and you’re not my family
i was once
so open-minded
now i’m a loser who had love & lost it

-uh huh.-

he whispers a promise out loud
but he speaks too soon
he stares
at the dirt
in his broom, then he heats up his spoon.

she runs a lifestyle blog
which means she does nothing at all
“it’s lit”
hey, don’t forget
the end of the rainbow
is dementia 

-uh huh.-

Love & Dementia

you’ve got no respect
no respect
for the junkie punks before you

a product
of the internet
a window’s like a screen
if it helps you 

you never had to battle
you never had to choose 

happy new year, baby boy
it’s what you want
but it’s not a toy

baby, your heart’s gonna stop!
(hey, it’s going to one day anyway)
maybe sooner than you thought!
(oh, shit.)

sha la la la la
& do-wah diddie-dum, et cetera 
do-wah do, et cetera.

you’ve got no respect
no respect
for the potential & the doom
the habit & the addict
alone in the room

you never had to battle
you never had to choose

happy birthday, baby boy
(ask & ye shall receive)
it’s what you want
but it’s not a toy

baby, your heart’s gonna stop!
(hey, it’s going to one day anyway)
maybe sooner than you thought!
(oh, shit.)

sha la la la la
& do-wah diddie-dum, et cetera 
do-wah do, et cetera.

No Respect

My whisper is my scream
Only another somber soul
Would ever
Notice me.
A tree is falling in the woods
A sphere of blue spins in the blackness
I live on granted breath
But each breath is a new bruise
Pain & pleasure,
Are they not both abuse?

My fingers on
The pulse in someone else's arm
I've come so far
From the bed To the door
The masochist wants more
I want each granted breath
Cause each breath
Is a new bruise
Pain & pleasure
Are they not both abuse?

-
Some ask for more
They ask for too much
And some can't wait
Some can't wait
to buckle under the crush
-

Brain is a ball & a chain

Each day we're slain
The gods could make it up to us
One quiet Sunday.
The neighbors think we're insane
They spot us laughing
by the graves
We live on granted breath
And each breath is a new bruise
Pain & pleasure
Are they not both abuse?

Insatiable soul
Miranda calls 
a way I have not heard before.
Wild roots whisper in the woods
Two spheres of blue
Are stealing glances
I breathe my bedfellow's breath
But each breath is a new bruise
Pain & pleasure
Are they not both abuse?

Each Day We're Slain

//
And when we are both settled
You could come see me in Berlin
I'll be singing songs
With your name in them
//

I spoke my name
But we were never strangers
Your tongue in my mouth
Amethyst around my neck
Some would beat you
But they could never see you
Falling forever
So another soul could rise

What good is our life, dear?
If we have to live every day of it
In fear
I hate this place
& what it has become
But there's a place,
If you can get to it,
In my heart that's full of love.

You spoke your name
But we were never strangers
My tongue could never
change you
With a word or a kiss
I found some grace
In the saddest little face
And I've got lips & a light for it
As long as we both shall live

What good is our life, dear?
If we have to live every day of it
In fear
I hate this place
& what it has become
But there's a place,
If you can get to it,
In my heart that's full of love.

((I don't trust you))
((But I don't want truth))
((Your purple blood
Bled white))
((A glimpse of bliss
For my storm-tossed eyes))

The ancient art of karaoke---
Singing X 'cause
the world's a mess
There's a clown
With the nuclear key
There's just one shoulder
holding up
Your dress

Never Strangers

Why'd you buy me flowers, dove?
When they die
I will blame you
I wish I knew 
what's made me numb
Drugs for function
Not for fun

I'm trying to picture 
Me old & grey
Mother Earth before we fucked her
My hands when they didn't shake 
How can you be so capable?
How can you be so brave?

Now that I know you dove 
A sober thought 
Is rarer than it was 
Wish I knew how to rise above 
Drugs for function 
Not for fun

In trying to picture you
Old & grey
Mother Earth before we fucked her
And your irreplaceable shape
How can you be so beautiful
With oblivion on its way

I'm trying to picture me
Old & grey 
Mother Earth before we fucked her
My hands when they didn't shake 
I am sick & weak
And people don't change

Drugs For Function

Pastel Hell is back w/ their second LP, "Cherished Abuse." Out 8.25.2020. Visit pastelhell.com for some trippy lyric videos of every song.

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