With Guided Thread - The Carrying Torch

Singing songs for the flies on the wall
Wall eyed resting countenance both eyebrows
Racing to the top of my head
Where they will rest while you recite your childhood life
Mommy's pills and knives
Little White lies and deep red wines
Cigarette drives to nowhere land
Trunk full of severed hands
The blood drips down my chin I'm grinning
Eating the feeding hand
Cheating the apparatus claw
Clock chiming your catalysts flawed

Reach out to a lenient God
Oh animators make her leave my
thoughts
I'll go to church
I swear
I promise
Making changes
Maybe later
Really
I'm just busy
I've been dealing

Yes, I've been dealing

I almost called you again
I made a mix tape for you
again
I burned through some new friends
I've got some shiny new dents x2

Make art like flaws on the fridge
Falling off wagons like a rock on a precipice
Warning coughs from my lungs to my brain
Warning shots from my heart playing flight of the bumblebee
Play a game of hide and flee the scene
I'll just die tired woe is me
I live a liar's state with fingers crossed and jagged teeth

I almost called you again
I made a reference to you
again
I burned my "days without" sign
I'm never going outside x2

Tired setting
A
Wiry
Spire
Guarded by
Armies of
Hired
Guided by
Ire and wines
Fires reflecting in eyes x3

Think my thoughts they're grandiose
Bearing burdens
Just grandma knows
In love with life I'm passing notes
To mother nature
Can we talk alone
Can I walk you home
Are we just ants in a bio dome
Are we just plants in a college dorm
Are we just sand in an hour glass

Seaside we watch hardships sail
Smoking signals lighthouse wind chills
Waiting for a bottled note
Explaining life in shortened shape
For worried read
Long kneaded text
Sweet knowing breaths
For future quest
With loving press
A cooling sweat
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Catalyst

Lyrics: 
Nighttime
Steals the lights
2nd story window glowing brightly
Under covers
Rediscovers
Classics via emulators

Bars on the windows
Bars on the page
Bars on the main street
Bars on the way
Pre game played
By the hand stamp gang
Neon bracelets
Minds erased

No one's home but you knock
What was that?
And you stop
And it stops

Heart beat races
At the thought of familiar faces
I was wrong
I shoulda never left

Popped off
Soda mentos
Shot glass
Trip momento
Scraped off
Barcode tatt
Chip in your neck like a shoulder's bag

Pass the plant
To the right
Cause you've got nothing left
We pray to the temperamental gods of the paycheck

Pouring over back-lit surfaces
Scouring over past writ verseses
Returning old ladies their purseses
Digging my heels into viceses
Worry over way back crisises
Crying over spilt milk listlessness
Can anybody tell me whose cross this is
Are there antibodies to fight this glitch
Shirt says "Sorry" to save some time
Digging up Graves in hopes to find
A well made tux in
just
my
size

Light the double sided candle
Dripping fresh sourced human tallow
Pound of flesh for a pound of shake
Memories fading insides flailing
Where did I last leave everything
Watching infinity expanding
Outstanding
On a ladder in the yard
Waiting for a high five from some God

I'd be fine with a letter though
Catch and release
Gotta let her go
Full Moon
Rise of the lycanthropes
Half noon eyes
Like I live
Off
smoke

And there she is
Teeth like
Glowing like
An Angler fish
Feeding on bioluminescent life
Feeding on antiquated verbal fights

See me now
It's where I'll be
Small town vibes and the fields are green
5150 bracelet beads
24/7 nicotine

Tried to escape
Road spikes
Flashlights
Cuffed to a bench
Old soul
Young tongue
Quivering lip

Scourge of the night shift

Tried to escape
Rogue mind
Fault mine
Sanity frayed
Old hat
Black lung
Dithering wit

Scourge of the night shift

Tried to relate
Abstract
Concepts
Buried alive
Under
Symptoms
Withering grit

Scourge of the night shift

Questioning fate
Breadcrumbs
Or just
Labeling chance
Nighttime
Trank pills
Last of an ilk

Decadence filth

Soul body mind rift

Scourge of the night shift

Concrete

Lyrics:

All praise be to the corner store
Wearing again what I already wore
Wave hi to the anthropoids
Outside flexing the dregs of my coffee buzz

Heart of whore
Harder made with the lack of a goal
Harder still with the lack of a form
Body Gooey like a campfire s'more

Feel like suspended parts of a whole
Gray hairs peeking
sign of war
White flag hoisted critically bored
Compress a story to a couple words
"Here lies"
Finally fell on my sword
Thanks for coming
Karma points
Assuming the post of a flower bed or a fuel source
A misled brood of squeaky wheels
Cubical
Swivle chair
Smoke break
Smoke break
Smoke break
Home late

Date with the microwave

Midnight brave the half awake
ascension of the spiral case
You wish your face would hide your truth
You wish your face's lines were smooth.

I get that over time Bars got high
I sweat over lessons in disciplines where I fell behind
The resonance of missed marks and accolades stings my eyes

I've written the same song 1000 times
The bent hellers and restless consumers
Stage Criers and paid liars pad the walls of understanding making friction in place of lessons made in vain then draping a gaunt mannequin in leather and metal chains

It's a must see
The musty dust covered swing set seat
Where I jumped off and lost all the air in me
That's how it felt losing you
That's how it felt
That's how it felt
Still x6

Flustered

Mess

Lyrics:

Ankle deep in the wake
Wake
Swallow the key
Ima stay
Here
Waiting for the break
on the brink
I've got
Too much blood in the ink I spill

So long to
As we were
As we are
Strangers

So long to
As we were
As we are

Knee high heretic
Hyper minded vacant face
Halo broke
Duct taped cured for the kin folk
Shut mouth
Stomach pain
Love loss
Space gain
A rain checked mind
In the self check aisle
With a don't shoot smile
Bridge breaks in the tiles
Bulk Birthday cakes
Bulk Nail files
Make me feel like a pill tossed back
Ache an inpatient half hour's pass

Staring at the Sun
The voices told me to
Delusions over sense x2

What
If
We
Just
Left
Got Lost And
Built A House
Where
ev
er
we
stopped
last

Where
Would
We
Go
Next
A1 with
The world over
Pending
I'm
With
You

Times are simple syrup
And budding flora
For a moment
My mind made peace with pride

Times are simple syrup
And budding flora
For a moment
My mind made peace alone

Feeling near to fine
Cupped ear against the wall
On which
I wish I
were a fly

Endless spinning plates
My best to my worst mistakes
I drop it
to watch it
break

The tides are coming in
Lilliputian kingdoms
Felled reluctant to the seas

To the seas with hope
Of finding future fount whilst
daily Swayed by waves to sleep

Sweetest stoneface my precious light source
My softest ray of love

Sifting photos
Ghosts of Faux loves
Scattered in ancient untouched boxes

Ankle deep in the wake
Wake
Swallow the key
Ima stay
Here
Waiting for the break
on the brink
I've got
Too much blood in the ink I spill

Ankle deep in the way
You
Boxed up my things
Ima leave
Soon
Prepping for a break
On the brink
I've got
Too much blood in the ink I sell

Home Hitter

Open Window

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"Puzzle Pieces" Lyrics:

I don't wanna another one
a restart button
But I do
But I do

I don't need another love
To pull apart
My scar tissue
But I do

Winter blankets all year round
Splicing thoughts with sounds
Like I do
Like I do

Narcissistic cries for help
Neglecting home and health
Like we used to
we used to

And i
Finally reached my breaking point
Trading secrets in for empathy
Pro
jection from a silver tongue
Pre
tentious from a stolen throne

Grinding teeth and biting thumbs
At the one's who have it figured out
We're Thought bought penny poor
With Lime light jaded mouths

The shrouded moon looks like
A hole punch in the sky
I quit to keep
the memories
alive

A pinky promise won't hold up in court
A first kiss can't exonerate
Baggage hesitantly claimed
Contemplating legal name change

Yeah

Starting over would be nice
But nowhere ever feels right

Portrait of a disorders wake
Fables of a disorder's peak
Stolen years met inner weakness
Puzzle pieces
No shoelaces x2

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Puzzle Pieces

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