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Subvisions - Take It Back

Cold sun.
Rust sky.
I drag my name through black water.

Teeth in the mud.
Voice in the drain.
Nothing left to pray for.

Break.
Static.
A low hum in the wires.
Feels like memory.

Sleep won’t come.
The ground keeps breathing.
Something wants out.

Let it.

Black Water

Mr. Businessman
counting ghosts in your briefcase.
I see your eyes flicker
black glass, no reflection left to waste.
The meal she packed for you
is cold before the train pulls away.
You chew in silence,
feeding on the time you pay.

Will you plan the next collapse,
or polish the ruin that’s left?
Your words mean nothing
paper in the mouth of death.
I might be wrong,
but I see what you’ve become
a man-shaped shadow
under fluorescent sun.

Every soul on this train
carries the same disease.
We build our cages
and call it a living.

Mr. Businessman
count your hours, not your cash.
Mr. Businessman
the future’s already ash.

Paper Mouth

Tell me you can last,
I’m coming home.
The road’s been long,
and I’ve been cold.

Don’t call my name,
don’t touch that phone.
All night I’ve been thinking,
and I know what I’ve known.
There’s a shadow in your doorway,
and I’m walking slow.

The lights are on,
but the feeling’s gone.
There’s a stranger’s car
where mine belongs.
I breathe the air,
and it burns like stone.
You left the truth
inside my bones.

I don’t need a word,
I don’t need a scene.
Just the silence breaking
where you used to dream.
You can hide in your house,
but the air still screams.

Guitars wail slow -
the weight of knowing,
the walls still glow.
Heavy, slow pulse,
each note a wound that won’t close.

The night’s still long,
and I’m still here.
No rage, no tears,
just what disappears.
You can keep your lies,
I’ll keep my pain —
we both know love
don’t come again.

Home

Dead calm day
Under the cherry tree
I see a ghost

I see a ghost and I hope it sees me
I make it smile

I make it smile when it speaks through me
It hums my name

It hums my name, says it wants to be my world
My sweet blossom curse
My girl
My sweet blossom curse

I can’t let it fade, can’t drive it away
She’s the voice in the dirt that still wants to stay
Sitting beneath the cherry tree with my blossom decay

My blossom ghost and a dying bee
Still day
Still waiting beneath the cherry tree - for what’s left of me

The Blossom Ghost

Sitting in the dim light,
Black wings cutting through the haze.
The judge holds every card now,
Throws them in the fire and walks away.
Summer never came back
just the heat that makes the lies decay.
Something moving under the skin,
no legs, no eyes - but still awake.

The worm wears a mask now,
crawling through what’s left of me.
The flowers don’t bloom, they stare
roots in chains beneath the street.
The hammer falls again,
the sound rings hollow through the air.
All the little things still whisper:
“Girl, this is the life you made
now sit and taste it slow.”

The sky opens,
and the birds rise
black dust in a dying light.
Watch them go.
Watch them go.

Four and Twenty

Come and see them,
come and see them - gathering places.
Come and see them,
come and see them - hollow faces.
Come and see them,
come and see them - burning traces.
Come and see them,
come and see them - empty spaces.

Take off your masks,
tear down your places.
Show us your gods,
show us your faces.
Take off your masks,
tear down your places.
Show us your gods,
show us your faces.

Come and see them,
come and see them - silent races.
Come and see them,
come and see them - broken graces.
Come and see them,
come and see them - wasted praises.
Come and see them,
come and see them - hollow faces.

Take off your masks,
tear down your places.
Show us your gods,
show us your faces.
Take off your masks,
tear down your places.
Show us your gods,
show us your faces.

Take off your masks.
Tear down your places.
Show us your gods.
Show us your faces.

Masks

I like playing instruments and making songs. My sound is pretty eclectic and generally 'not-quite-right' ... but I like it that way! I also make purely electronic music under the name DxDy.

Four and Twenty

sjwaller

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