bloom in frost
nowhere to go
watching gray
lost in snow

from glaciers to bubbles
of metal and heat
suburbs breeding silence
no sound leaves these streets

a great lake out back washes guilt away
a great city sleeping, greatness at bay
a great mess, a great wonder, a great trap
great living in a blank space on the map

privilege isn’t gold or chains
it’s lack of noise
a gentle hum
it’s kids with toys

we know worlds burn
we see smoke rise
but we have good insulation
and tired eyes

bloom in frost
nowhere to go
watching gray
lost in snow

roots deep in rot
fruits so sweet
the Devil thinks

when Heaven speaks

you’re safe and sound
just don’t look down
don’t ask why
a simple life
comes with fragile lies

bloom in frost
nowhere to go
watching gray
lost in snow

we eat heavy here
mac salad, greasy meat
to keep the bitter out
as we die slowly in seats
of a diner that hasn’t changed since '94
"garbage" on plates, we ask for more

while a suit in a Benz
on the way to the Finger Lakes
passes a kid in a hoodie 
sick with the shakes

and they wave

because corruption isn't a monster
it’s neighborly here
it pays for silence
it drinks beer

in renovated squares
with statues of glass
reflecting skylines
so you don't look to the past

bloom in frost
nowhere to go
watching gray
lost in snow

but the Genesee remembers
what the concrete forgot
you can polish an apple
but you can’t hide the rot

wash away sin
wash away stains
drink the ale
forget the pain

bloom in frost
nowhere to go
watching gray
lost in snow

neighborly

I hear scratching in the plaster
every second, louder, faster
backed into a pillar of cold stone
it’s getting warmer, I’m not alone
a sea of teeth, a flood of limbs
of doubt and sin and could have beens
I’m tearing up, I’m tearing apart
a hole in the sky like the hole in my heart
I didn't ask for war, I didn't ask for a siege
I’m looking to God, but I can’t find a friend
I’m just trying to get from here to the end

it’s too late to run
it’s too dark to see

don’t look down, don’t look down
look at the lies, look at the sins
look at the lives we’ve built collapsing in
don’t look down
look in

she’s bound to the floor
she’s bound for the sky
she keeps asking why?
why choose this life?

I see gold in tears on her face
I see proof of infinite grace
but I can’t take her hand, I know the cost
if I let her save me, then I’m what’s lost
I want to be safe! I want to be held!
I can sell pain and bargain for breath
I can’t cheat life to beat death

I look at Her
I look at the blood
and I smirk
still covered in some

don't look Down

The voices are synthetic
The pain is real

neighborly

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