"Caesar Into Reed Road" was recorded live at The Crystal Ballroom in Portland, OR on November 29, 2013. The song originally appeared on the album White Lighter. 

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"My Little Darlin Knows My Nature" appears on What Will Destroy You, the debut album from Typhoon’s lead singer Kyle Morton. The album was recorded by Kyle and longtime Typhoon producer/collaborator Paul Laxer and is available now on vinyl and all major digital outlets. 

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LYRICS:
My little darlin knows my nature
My little darlin knows my mind
She has sheltered me from it all the time

For left alone to my own devices
I will tear at the carpet I'll chew the blinds
A more feral specimen you won't find

But every year I am getting older
And I lose my good-looks, lose my charms
All I used to lure you into my arms

Who could blame you being cynical
You're right the world it is a crypt
It's pitiless and cold
And though I remain skeptical 
That you still love me 
May be the only miracle

I never learned to trust a love song
It was not because the words were trite
But I felt the love itself was trite

Now my little darlin I'll sing you a love song
One you can hang your hat on every night
I will be your witness if you be mine
I will be your witness if you be mine
I will be your witness if you be my wife

Kyle Morton - My Little Darlin Knows My Nature

"Water Torture" appears on What Will Destroy You, the debut album from Typhoon’s lead singer Kyle Morton. The album was recorded by Kyle and longtime Typhoon producer/collaborator Paul Laxer and is available now on vinyl and all major digital outlets. 

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LYRICS:
Got that catatonic feeling
And I'm drooling on the TV
Every now and then I think
How long have you been gone
And where's those groceries?

I'll be discovered by explorers
My body fossilized in torpor
And all the while 
my thoughts repeat like 
Chinese water torture

When you are gone I tend to ramble on for days
It doesn't mean, it just helps me to keep my place

Time itself is flattened
You come back it never happened
Except that now
Old man replaced your lover
All featureless and fattened

In disbelief at your misfortune you say
Hell I was only gone the weekend
And then I burst to flames
You see I've lived entire lives
In a single a moment

When you are gone the lights go off and on all night
The neighbors talk while I stand listless in my socks
Until I disappear from sight

Got that cataclysmic feeling
Babies crawling on the ceiling
And now I think
Maybe we should start a family

Kyle Morton - Water Torture

It's your cake you decide when to have it
In this life it takes all kinds of nasty habits

If I were you, if I were you
and circumstances rearranged I would do
Almost anything to shake free, get loose
But it's automatic

Eyes of glass and a mind tuned to static
Every once in awhile I see a light flicker in the attic

It's my head, It's my head
Breaking itself to make a thought but instead
Just some pornographic images to stave off my death
It's all automatic



Kyle Morton - Automatic

"Gestalt of Original Pain" appears on What Will Destroy You, the debut album from Typhoon’s lead singer Kyle Morton. The album was recorded by Kyle and longtime Typhoon producer/collaborator Paul Laxer and is available now on vinyl and all major digital outlets. 

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LYRICS:
It's hard to maintain 
A simple thought through the day
Every voice its own planet 
And my mind tends to gravitate
I am pushed I am pulled into every which way
Oh life is the great
Is the great
Is the greatest
Strain

I was sleeping fitfully
Troubled by a disjointed dream
One in which my past was a house 
All my failure were books to read
I awoke to my cellphone convulsing 
your name across the crystal screen
Oh life does the strange
Does the strange
Does the strangest things

You were sounding okay
Mistaken for the clinically insane
Saying a man down in Texas
Was just waiting to communicate
That I ought to open my mind to his wisdom
And let it radiate
Oh let it wash over me
Let it sing 
Let it say

Give yourself a million years to wake up in the morning
And give yourself a million more then if you're still tired
There is nothing 
There is nothing
There is nothing but time
We are not sick you and I
Don't you listen to lies

It's hard to explain
But all the forms are contained
When you scratch out the faces and names 
In your memory
Close your eyes against the light
Still the pattern remains
It remains in its place
Like an obstinate stain
Gestalt of original pain

Kyle Morton - Gestalt Of Original Pain

"The Aftermath" appears on What Will Destroy You, the debut album from Typhoon’s lead singer Kyle Morton. The album was recorded by Kyle and longtime Typhoon producer/collaborator Paul Laxer and is available now on vinyl and all major digital outlets. 

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LYRICS:
I had you on my mind
In visions more refined
The further back in time

Some friend of friend's estate
Home for the holidays 
The smell of conifer and mulled wine

Seducer's calculus
I feigned an accident 
Reached out and grazed your neck 

My god it's been so long
I see you're moving on
You're right, we're not dead yet

We find an empty room
More catching up to do
And what is one more regret

When I ask you what you want you flash a guarded look
You taunt me with your eyes
As you parse over the aftermath
But in times like these my silver tongue 
Returns to me undying love I pine
Until you give it up
And turn out the light

Then the morning takes
The love away
Leaving only ashtrays 
and broken bottles

How I long to shake
My own shoulder blades
When I rise before you wake
To avoid the trouble

And when I leave you will owe me nothing

When I leave it will all mean nothing

Kyle Morton - The Aftermath

"Survivalist Fantasy" appears on What Will Destroy You, the debut album from Typhoon’s lead singer Kyle Morton. The album was recorded by Kyle and longtime Typhoon producer/collaborator Paul Laxer and is available now on vinyl and all major digital outlets. 

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LYRICS:
The traffic lights are out and all the phones are dead
Don't answer the door for anyone
Before we lost the power think the television said
Stay inside your homes wait for help to come
That must have been weeks ago
Now I've got this sinking feeling
You and I are the only ones

Now I'm the last man standing 
you are woman's paragon
The garden's ours now we're competitionless
But suppose a third party's necessary 
Just to get it on
That the rituals of love demand an audience 
I went I found some mannequins 
Set 'em up lining the bedroom 
The safe words: eyes to God 

My love come and lie down with me.  

The world was ripe
The world was crowded 
In its compound eye
We felt expansive
In the knowledge 
we had our whole lives
Yeah we had options
Now our love
While not enough
It's all there is

The truth settled down like a euthanized pet
It's over there's no need to repopulate
Inscribed in our eyes was the grim epithet
Lovers without leverage, we sealed our fate
But there's a chance we can still be saved 
I cooked up some medicine, darling,
Just drink until there's nothing left

My love come and lie down with me

Kyle Morton - Survivalist Fantasy

"Innuendos" appears on What Will Destroy You, the debut album from Typhoon’s lead singer Kyle Morton. The album was recorded by Kyle and longtime Typhoon producer/collaborator Paul Laxer and is available now on vinyl and all major digital outlets. 

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LYRICS:
You changed out of me
As one would change to a new pair of shoes
And I see the fashions changing with the seasons
And no, love is not immune
With a hat in my hand I'm standing naked
Show what little you will lose
But there are no hard feelings
I'm outgrowing 
my own style too

There are birds in the front yard
Feed them breadcrumbs from my bathrobe 
In the morning 
I stand admiring the colors
How is it you get to keep
What you are born in?
But of course that's just your nature 
As it's mine to cover up my points of origin
But there are no hard feelings 
Fly away 
I resign myself to the pavement 

The only thing concealed
Is that there's nothing to conceal
It's the bluff that structures everything
You were sleeping behind the wheel
But if you want to strip it down
Want to pare that apple peel
You'll find you wanted some love
And just a measure of

Violent 
Sex 
Appeal

I am driving when out of nowhere 
A madman nearly separates me from all my sorrows
And in that moment I could have murdered
Had a gun availed itself in my lapse of morals
But then he pulls up to me and says
I am sorry, man, that was altogether my fault
I stop. I say there are no hard feelings, of course
Only soft ones - likely gone by tomorrow

Kyle Morton - Innuendos

"Poor Bastard" appears on What Will Destroy You, the debut album from Typhoon’s lead singer Kyle Morton. The album was recorded by Kyle and longtime Typhoon producer/collaborator Paul Laxer and is available now on vinyl and all major digital outlets. 

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LYRICS:
I awoke inside a coffin 
Being lowered into the ground
On a clear winter morning 
There were mourners gathered round
I could see them though the lid was closed
I couldn't tell you how  
A couple unexpected lovers 
In a less-than-hoped-for turnout
As a stranger read my eulogy aloud

He suffered long, he's finally gone
If one thing must be said...
But he left the sentence hanging
I was done with being dead
I leapt up from the casket
Looking like Dracula's Revenge
It came off pretty gauche I guess
But what's a joke between your friends?

I said I'm feeling so much better now
I want to thank you all for coming out
Though premature, it truly means the world
Then I started laughing, they started leaving
And in that moment I believed in 
karma, and in my mouth the mantra formed

It will come back eventually
You will be reborn

Kyle Morton - Poor Bastard

"Ariadne" is off of Typhoon's full-length album, Offerings, out now on Roll Call Records.

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LYRICS:
One million doorways, I can't make up my mind.  Hallucinating audiences just to hand me a lifeline.  I want to love you I just don't have the time. Images of the primitive awakened from a dream.  Console yourself with the morning bells but you can't shake the feeling of being tied down to a table; the guests are sharpening their teeth. Everyone is a hostage.  How will we ever get free?  We can't even go a minute without trying to burn an effigy.  Go ahead get comfortable.  Forget your past lives.  The Devil's Mansion has many rooms inside.  There's no features, there's no furniture but you’ve got nothing to hide.  Everyone is a terrorist now.  Don’t you know your neighbor?  And if there's any chance of getting out you gotta make yourself remember.  All my joys.  All my grief.  All my bones.  Bury me in the floodplains.

Ariadne

"Bergeron" is off of Typhoon's full-length album, Offerings, out now on Roll Call Records.

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LYRICS:
Tipping cup.  Inverted crown.  I’m a tarot card reading upside-down.  All my strength it's been turned around.  Always crushing me under a million pounds.  I want to dance but I don't know how.  And the will to be somebody slows me down. You gotta learn how to live on an ever shorter tether, but if you're good—even for once—it’s written you'll be good forever.

Bergeron

"Darker" is off of Typhoon's full-length album, Offerings, out now on Roll Call Records.

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LYRICS:

I tried, you know, just to tow the line: love all the neighbors, live in the light. Sure I stumbled sometimes. Self-contained (a convenient lie). Every source of pain, every sting of pride had to come from the outside. But you. You won't even fight me fair. Wait for the darkness catch me unaware. You pull me close. Then you twist the knife. I don't wanna live with the kinds of trouble I keep finding myself in. Mirror to my left, mirror to my right. A void stretching out on either side. Is it your face or mine? Try to leave a mark. We carve our names. All cornered animals behave the same then get eaten alive. So that's it. I wash my hands, I cut my ties to the world and it's vicious appetites. Yes I am ready to die. I don't wanna live with the kinds of trouble I keep finding myself in. Something’s gotta give when the water keeps on rising and the walls are closing in. How long can I keep this tired act together? It's one short ambulance ride and then the waiting room forever. Tell me how do I make the right move now? Prepare me for the moment when my mind goes out. I am trying hard to follow the sound.

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Darker

"Chiaroscuro" is off of Typhoon's full-length album, Offerings, out now on Roll Call Records.

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LYRICS:
Headlights through the kitchen window.  Are you finally home? Head down on the table watching an abstract puppet show. With the light hope rises—in the darkness, well, there it goes.  As I lose myself in chiaroscuro. Car keys clatter on the tile. You lunge for the phone. Your voice like a frightened child’s: he’s had some kind of stroke.  Be calm my dear, I’m just moving a little slow.  As it all approaches absolute zero. Now there's no one behind the curtain.  How you hate hospitals.  I know it's an awful burden, but that's the way it goes.  I’d let you off the hook but by now you and I should know.  We’re involved in something irreversible.  They say nothing survives.  But in the case we do.  I’m afraid of my posthumous state—I don't know if karmic residue is something you'd even recognize—so here's what I'm going to do: take some time to erase myself, then whatever's left I'll leave with you.  I’ll bury it in you.

Chiaroscuro

"Coverings" is off of Typhoon's full-length album, Offerings, out now on Roll Call Records.

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LYRICS:
After movement.  After song.  After all the guests are gone.  Softer edges ossify. Gargoyle at the break of dawn. Eyes upon the darkening stain.  As it spreads across the picture frame.  Before the faces disappear.  Burn the image in my brain.  You know what you can do.  But you won’t.  You know that you have to.  Let it go.  Saw you in a dream before.  Standing at my open door. I would wait to watch you go.  Follow you out in the cold. The noise surrounds me.  Everything’s dissolving out of the scene.  The waves are pounding.  Swallowed all the buildings into the sea.  Now we're returning.  Every part of you I feel in me.

Coverings

"Mansion" is off of Typhoon's full-length album, Offerings, out now on Roll Call Records.

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LYRICS:
I am lying down.  In the neighbors lawn.  In my swimming trunks.  With the sprinklers on.

Mansion

"Remember" is off of Typhoon's full-length album, Offerings, out now on Roll Call Records.

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LYRICS:
The only question now is how long can it take?  It’s all hanging on you.  Just make your move before you have no move to make.  There's no future, there’s no lighthouse on the lake.  You're just rambling through endless corridors—a mouse lost in a maze.  You gotta calm yourself and try to concentrate: What survives in the fire?  What small fragment after all else disintegrates?  I come home and the door is hanging open, the smoke alarm is howling, the bathroom mirror is broken and find you standing in the backyard pouring gas on a bonfire.  Ass-naked in the middle of December.  The shame you don't recall with the clothes you don't remember in flames.  Tearing pages of notebooks in the embers.  Your makeshift funeral pyre. Toss and turn all night then it comes to me. You can't shake out the shards in your memory.  So you're engaged in this scorched earth policy until there’s nothing.  Later on claiming wolves replaced your family, you raised your hand against me with the newspaper you can't read, then you wrapped yourself in an op-ed on the construct of history. The mark of time is elaborately long.  It’s a spirograph drawn with no breaks.  Just goes on and on.  Yet here we are on the cutting room floor splicing fugues where they don't belong.  Toss and turn all night but there's no relief.  I went into your room, you were sound asleep.  So I stayed for awhile watching you grind your teeth.  When you wake, there's a moment as you rise.  You feel it all coming back and you realize you tried to amputate the parts that made you scared to die.  Now it'll kill you if you let it.  You’re a blackhole bending light beams backwards.  Center caving, self collapsing inwards.  Against the infinite you have no stature.  Shrinking infinitely out of the picture.  Look for the lever, try to break the pattern.  Single crocus in the dead of winter.

Remember

"Beachtowel" is off of Typhoon's full-length album, Offerings, out now on Roll Call Records.

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LYRICS:
Wrap you up in a beach towel.  Carry you over the sand.  Little sparrow you rolled your ankle—gotta watch where you land.  Big house sporting a bay window, with a view of the coast.  Holiday timeshare and nobody knows where anything goes.  Ice cubes wrapped in a kitchen cloth.  The day melts to dark.  Your pain is my pain, plucks the low and high strains of a single harp.  This is the wine.  Drink, untrouble your mind with it.  Don’t you remember?  When knowledge was tied to a consanguine kindness.  Or don't you remember?  No, you cut it all out with the scalpels of doubt.  You know this was your failure.

Beachtowel

"Unusual" is off of Typhoon's full-length album, Offerings, out now on Roll Call Records.

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LYRICS:
This brave new world—it’s gonna take some getting used to. The cretin's lips are curled as he swings a wrecking ball around the courtroom.  And I'd say, just wait it out, but I'm afraid it's just a desert beyond the sand dune.  It's unusual except now it happens all the time.  Now the truth is immaterial: every teller’s got an axe to grind.  Get your pitchfork out.  The crowd is coming and they've named you.  You open up your mouth to find your language has escaped you.  And it's too bad.  You’re gonna need it now. There's no system left to save you.  It's unusual, I know.  I must be losing my mind.  It’s cruel and unusual.  Can’t tell the punishment apart from the crime.

Unusual

"Sleep" is off of Typhoon's full-length album, Offerings, out now on Roll Call Records.

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LYRICS:
We can all agree it's a mixed bag for the living.  Full of sorrow, full of grief.  I ransacked the place for the single thought that could comfort me.  Something small.  Something sweet.  It was once in the spring.  You were on the porch—I heard you singing.  From inside I sat and listened through the screen.  Now it's the time.  The last life raft is leaving my mind as it sinks out of sight.   Would you stay for awhile—put your gnarled hands into mine?  Hold me down.  I feel so light. I could just float away.  Just don't let me go to sleep.  So long, my sweet.  Hope the next time that we meet we’ll be whole, we’ll be weightless, we’ll be free.

Sleep

"Algernon" is off of Typhoon's full-length album, Offerings, out now on Roll Call Records.

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LYRICS:
A woman leans in her chair.  Holds her face close to mine.  She’s curious, am I comfortable?  Would I care to give it one more try?  She holds the picture up while she studies my eyes.  I’m trying hard to recall the routine, but I can't and so I improvise.  This one's of my father.  Wearing ladies clothes.  I walked in on him once as a kid.  Must have thought nobody else was home.  It's a lie and she knows.  But there's no other use.  And anyway what you want and what you want to be are easily confused.  The moment stretches on.  Like the first day of school and I've answered wrong.  Like a self-enclosed short-circuit goes around forever until it's gone.  A woman shrinks in her chair. She says the picture's of you.  I have no idea what she's talking about but I nod my head as if I do.  Look at there such a strong man.  All the virtues of youth.  You led a good life by every account.  There were people who looked up to you. I say enough is enough.  You have found me out.  You have called my bluff.  I don't know anything about this stuff.  I’m just tired and I’m waiting for my wife to pick me up.  A woman slouched in her chair disrupts the silence to say.  The part of you that I love is still in there even if it doesn't know my name.  The moment stretches on.  Like the colonnade at the Parthenon.  It’s an unmarked grave but somebody's laid some flowers for Algernon.

Algernon

"Empiricist" is off of Typhoon's full-length album, Offerings, out now on Roll Call Records.

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LYRICS:
Empty room.  Cast about for a familiar object.  Because my body needs coordinates to move.  In the dark.  Range of motion shrivels all around me.  All my nightmares I am slowly being cocooned.  A single calf in the hecatomb.  Crescent moon.  Hollowed out of all my fabled insides.  Occam shave me down to primal truth—return me to the womb.  Mother pulled from father’s ribs, little baby in a crib, hands reaching up.  Before the blinding light is split through the prism of your organs into color.  All that being and nothingness, on the same möbius strip.  Sleep and waking up.  On the first day.  Wipe the blank slate.  And you join the banquet.  Served up helpless on a plate.  You find your land legs.  And you learn to imitate.  You’ll wear any feathers and hope that your efforts attract a mate.  One day your children find you, locked in the bathroom, staring in horror at the reflection of your face.  You say you're sorry to the guests at your party.  But you can't help wonder, who is this person you celebrate?  And so the light fades.  It’s still your birthday.  Blow out your past lives like they're candles on the cake.

Empiricist

"Rorschach" is off of Typhoon's full-length album, Offerings, out now on Roll Call Records.

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LYRICS:

Eyes on the screen.  We have all the information now but what does it mean?  Reason’s a tease.  Drank up all that hemlock, here I am just reading the leaves.  Left wondering: what happened to the life we lost, that got lost in the living?  All this fiction makes me nervous, turns out it was blood spilled on the canvas we admired just like some Rorschach painting. The film in your brain—it edits to remember, keeps the figure in the frame.  A sacrificial violence, all those passed over in silence then cast out with the blame.  And I’m trying to stay sane—meanwhile, the river of forgetfulness starts spilling the banks.  Caught in a lie and instead of fessing up we'd sooner just go out of our heads.  I’ve been holding up my end when I should have doubled down on my own atom bomb shelter instead.

Rorschach

"Wake" appears on Typhoon's full-length album, Offerings, out now on Roll Call Records.

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Visuals by: Nevan Doyle (http://www.mishko.co)

LYRICS:
Wake and I have been reborn.  The tide concedes that homely shore and I am benighted.  All my lines unlearned.  Cry out will God (or somebody) please turn the light on.  Restore me to that empty room—expands out like hot air balloons.  A woman comes she brings me food.  I shit the bed in solitude.  My life one brief unbroken loop—goes round and round with nothing left to hold onto.  But if there’s nothing, if there’s nothing, then what’s that song that keeps hounding me?  In the still dark of the morning.  Just one more cradle down the creek.  Au revoir my little memories.  Tell me: This is not your loss.  This is your offering.

Wake

"Rorschach" is off of Typhoon's full-length album, Offerings, out now on Roll Call Records.

Official YouTube video: https://youtu.be/8a9Gt5DUQ9E

Stream Offerings here:
Spotify: http://bit.ly/OfferingsSpotify
Apple: https://bit.ly/OfferingsApple
YouTube: http://bit.ly/OfferingsYTFull

Buy Offerings CD, 2xLP, digital:
http://www.wearetyphoon.store
http://bit.ly/OfferingsBandcamp
http://bit.ly/OfferingsAmazon
http://bit.ly/OfferingsiTunes

LYRICS:

Eyes on the screen.  We have all the information now but what does it mean?  Reason’s a tease.  Drank up all that hemlock, here I am just reading the leaves.  Left wondering: what happened to the life we lost, that got lost in the living?  All this fiction makes me nervous, turns out it was blood spilled on the canvas we admired just like some Rorschach painting. The film in your brain—it edits to remember, keeps the figure in the frame.  A sacrificial violence, all those passed over in silence then cast out with the blame.  And I’m trying to stay sane—meanwhile, the river of forgetfulness starts spilling the banks.  Caught in a lie and instead of fessing up we'd sooner just go out of our heads.  I’ve been holding up my end when I should have doubled down on my own atom bomb shelter instead.

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"Darker" is off of Typhoon's full-length album, Offerings, out now on Roll Call Records.

Purchase Offerings CD, 2xLP, digital:
http://bitly/RCROfferings
http://bit.ly/OfferingsBandcamp
http://smarturl.it/OfferingsAmazon
http://bit.ly/OfferingsiTunes
http://www.wearetyphoon.store

Stream Offerings here:
Spotify: http://bit.ly/OfferingsSpotify
Apple: https://bit.ly/OfferingsApple
Soundcloud: http://bit.ly/OfferingsSoundcloud

LYRICS:

I tried, you know, just to tow the line: love all the neighbors, live in the light.  Sure I stumbled sometimes.  Self-contained (a convenient lie).  Every source of pain, every sting of pride had to come from the outside.  But you.  You won't even fight me fair.  Wait for the darkness catch me unaware. You pull me close.  Then you twist the knife.  I don't wanna live with the kinds of trouble I keep finding myself in.  Mirror to my left, mirror to my right.  A void stretching out on either side.  Is it your face or mine?  Try to leave a mark.  We carve our names.  All cornered animals behave the same then get eaten alive.  So that's it.  I wash my hands, I cut my ties to the world and it's vicious appetites.  Yes I am ready to die.  I don't wanna live with the kinds of trouble I keep finding myself in.  Something’s gotta give when the water keeps on rising and the walls are closing in. How long can I keep this tired act together?  It's one short ambulance ride and then the waiting room forever.  Tell me how do I make the right move now?  Prepare me for the moment when my mind goes out.  I am trying hard to follow the sound.

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