Frequencies sublime
Make the familiar strange
Departures vanished
Departures maimed
Under the sodium lamp
I canât tell if youâre still wasted
The sacred geometry
Of this backcountry road
Please Evangelista tell me all that you know
Please Evangelista donât confuse me
For someone whose stranded
Though it is our likeness
Though it is our harness
Just this once weâre gonna
Shame the darkness
Just this once weâll
Contort the night
Iâm not the triggerman
Iâm not the bagman
Iâm just the janitor
Who comes in on weekends
Leaving no stone unturned
To maintain the illusion
people that donât care
people that donât try
people that donât care
that they tried next to nothinâ
There are no grand narratives left
For us to abandon
Refrain
The wet salt of morning
Makes dead roosters crow
A pale faced sun once mistaken for hope
I know I donât scare you
When I look at you
Like a madman
When do the sleep sharks wake?
Do tell me
Slow to the draw
While the mayhemâs just beginning.