Out Beyond The Seawall

Neural - Ink

Tension Hook

The Distance

True Sleep

I Used To Be An Optimist

New Knowledge

Imaginary Men

Edible Pets

the lessons we all take from this
still cannot help us come to grips
the colors bursting through our lives
one day again, they'll recombine
they can't keep us from home

only this moment is imminent
slowly
we may yet find some peace
	
(what love will carry on?)
(what love will carry on?)
(what love will carry on?)
(what love will carry on?)

the lessons we've taken from this
what grip we have, oh how it slips
it can't take us home
only if you felt it one way
only to find out another
when we arrive
where are we going?
I can't understand it anyway
there's no sense
left in this place

only this moment is imminent
slowly
we may yet find some...
only this moment is imminent
slowly
we may yet find some peace
	
(what love will carry on?)
(what love will carry on?)
(what love will carry on?)
(what love will carry on?)
*ad infinitum

Listening

leave them alone
pick on somebody
a size of your own,
cowardly man

we're taught to listen,
patient for a turn to speak
it's never given, oh no
airwaves come too cheap

can't be left alone
in their fine-tailored suits
malignant, and grown,
was always the plan

we're taught to listen,
be patient for our turn to speak
it's never given, oh no
airwaves come too cheap

we're told to listen,
patient for our turn to speak
and when it's given, oh
what a gnashing of teeth

we're taught to listen,
patient for our turn to speak
it's never given, oh no
airwaves come too cheap

will we ever learn?

Aloud Mouth

Descend the hall again
Light filters in
Unshades the wooden floor (no more)
We tried to breathe it in
And gasped
For breath that wouldn't come (you know)

While tiny specks of dust
Reflect the light on us
Decayed, our lonely bones
He sits and laughs at us
His alphas
We are the work of art

How'd we get here?
That doesn't matter now, dear
Just promise to hold my hand
As we face the last fear

There now my children
You are not alone
I'm right here with you
We'll all atone

How'd we get here?
That doesn't matter now, dear
How'd we get here?
That doesn't matter now, dear
Just promise to hold my hand
As we face the last fear

There now my children
You are not alone
I'm right here with you
We'll all atone

Descend the hall again,
Light filters in
Unshades this wooden floor (no more)
They try to breathe it in
Like we did
For breath that will not come

And tiny specks of dust
Begin to settle them
Their lonely bones yet warm

He'll sit and laugh at them
His betas
We're all a work of art
We're all a work of art
We're all a work of art

Light Filters In

Becoming Sane is about trying to come to grips the world we find ourselves in, and knowing we're on the cusp of something new--yet we can't know how it will all turn out.

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