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What began as a poem is now just a burden,
a vicious song thatâs mine to keep.
What began as forgetting is now just a prototype of ways to fight off sleep
Arm the thieves with the wings and weights of soldiers to deepen the pockets of the meek
Make mixtapes of other peoples problems
and burn everyone CDâs.
Cause theyâve built themselves some charade
where a saving grace is hard to find.
What began as a song ended up as a death threat
addressed to everyoneâs house but mine.
So far confined into dead ends
with greater love of consequence
and a quiver filled with bad intentions
to let them fall where they may.
So tell them for their own sake
Do your best to stay awake
The burdenâs are mine,
contently confined to carve the lines in acetate.
Get the syringe.
Letâs see if ink to page brings the same fear as life, love and medicine.
It can break skin
Letâs see who feels it.
Things have changed so little from the way I planned it
a ventricle scarred, lined with mathematics.
And an escape to my old best advantage
a savagely serrated pen.
Get the syringe
Letâs see if ink to page brings the same fear as life, love and medicine
It can break skin
it canât break me.
Hereâs your advantage
Things have changed so little from the way I planned it
a scab to heal hopeless semantics
Itâs all romantics
Weâre all romantics.
The math is coincidence.
- Album:
- The Owner
- Selective Wreckage
- Crime in Stereo Is Dead
- Is Dead
- The Troubled Stateside
- Love
- The Contract
- Explosives And The Will To Use Them
- I Was Trying To Describe You To Someone
- Crime In Stereo Is Dead (Deluxe)
- Kill Your Idols / Crime in Stereo
- split ep
- Bridge Nine 2008 Sampler
- Beer: The Soundtrack
- Broken Lamps and Hardcore Memories, Volume 2
- Strong Island - The Best of Long Island Hardcore/Punk
- Fuel. Transit. Sleep.
- Not Dead
- Fuel. Transit. Sleep. EP
- 2009 Summer Sampler