Blurred spectacle, ineffectual
Let's call it romantic
On awakening I look straight at the sun
I'm pinned to the corner
Like the class clown
But once I get in front
I'll let you drown like a cat
Until I'm dealt that card
The engine's on, I'm in the car
One suck on the pipe
And I'll be gone
I'm accountable, I'm responsible
You could call me pragmatic
What took away the fame?
Could it be built up again?
The acclaim and the constant eulogies
For class clowns like me?
But once I get in front
I'll terrorize all I want
And the world won't turn
Stops and stagnates, disintegrates
This romantic dream
Keeps you in a cage
Should I not fraternize
With these angels I've loved?
But if I'm out of time
I'll say my goodbyes
And float downstream
And have cynics witness me
Pour water at the seams
- :
- Home And Minor (EP)
- Effloresce
- Self Preserved While The Bodies Float Up
- Miscellaneous
- Everyone Into Position
- A Very Still Movement
- Catalyst
- One Day All This Could Be Yours EP
- Relapse Ep
- Music for Nurses EP
- Heaven Alive
- Compilation Rock Hard 48
- New Pin
- Frames
- Rock Sound: Sound Check, Volume 101
- Saturday Morning Breakfast Show
- Independents Day: ID 08
- Feed to Feed
- Amputee EP
- Remember Where You Are