Life Signs
go to hell, take the train
generations
learned impatience
some kind of strife in the city, now or then
one night of life i take with me, hours spent
tick tick you’re alive sunlit sick sky scraped by bright eyed short sight online
for thy cathedrals are built unbuilt rebuilt
unwavering guilt
pools of rain heaven spilt
subject to tilt
i’m unfulfilled, i’m in a beautiful place
yeah it’s so sad in this beautiful place
i need you here right now in this beautiful place
can you resurrect a cloud
can you claim it’s fate
what’s on the record
life in a small town
fifth and a first sound
lost my reverie it’s locked up in a prison
return to memory to a land to a vision
to save a tradition imagine it different
a natural condition and nerve recognition
atomic collision it’s fragment prediction
so who is forgiven or maybe who isn’t
life signs
i am coming apart
i’m becoming together
true to form
Nights in Armor
i just wanna fight you cuz i’m tired
tighter and you trash around
no fire no world
and it hurts
i don’t know
spite me i’m on fire
fight me it’s expired
i found out you can lie still
your system will scar but to death so i bet
spent it you’re a liar
dog days
epoch
bankrupt on top yeah you won
you stole the sun
who’s got me
believe that the future is free
no fire no world
and it hurts
i don’t know
fight me i burn brighter
gold rush
in a dream
home
fight me i’m on fire
Born 2
born to behold
the world is so common
and born to become
something else
something melts
born far beyond
the world is a paradise
yeah born to belong
psychopath
deny it twice
born in between
the world is so beautiful
but born to machines
clouds you swear
clouds somewhere
born to believe
the world is so silent
yeah born to behave
killing them
it’s killing me
take my picture back
psychopath
psychopath
flash like natural gas
psychopath
i can hardly watch
this photograph
streaming back
psychopath i know
what are we trapped
psychopath
psychopath i know
Spaceship
sleep in this gun suggests
i see it now i saw it best
fall out of hand
drop of a fall
keep myself and lose the rest
i weep for loss and use my chest
sleep in this gun suggests
i loved you then i love you best
so you dream, you build, you change
the cage looks like a window pane
wake up this gun can beg
i love, i loved you best
Playing Classics
look
i’m concerned as a matter of fact
contact contact
all this shattered impact
shake
three
desire in crisis
no a longing for truce
yeah the long hard road from here to the truth
shake
six
look
face contoured
face the music, the crash
there’s a war on stage
smoke the glow into ash
shake
nine
outside the state
somebody’s begging for moves
it’s the long hard road from here to the truth
shake
two
practice shake it two three
practice shake it you’re free
we’ve got modern idols for the end of an age
shake
ten
there’s no
no real life
TV
i just wanna dance architecture no rent
shake
five
there’s no
lost future
baby
look
you’re in debt or well you’re nothing at all
tried to make it to hereafter
just wound up at the mall
shake
four
the devil’s playing classics
souls with something to lose
take that long hard road from here to the truth
shake
two
Blood on the Dollar
gonna name you a song
something that the radio plays
always wanting back home
the pain drives us the same
there’s no enemy
nothing but skin
blood on the dollar
god make me wind
stories that’ll make you cry
underneath a clear blue melody
i don’t want to watch you die
maybe that’s the reason why
my eyes are seeing space on the screen
lights where you stand
these years make me spin man
motion again
god make me that wind