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lyrics

I was someone else you know
be it either here or there
I left my home
with no direction
geode broken on the dresser


I was carving weapons in this war
for where my home once sat
the phone cord in my lap
and all my fingers turned to stone

Dampness in my bones
pace like a runaway
nights come to a close
and sunlight's my enemy
walk the streets heavy
with my feet on the curbside
I burn miles
somewhere in between
pavement and the turnstiles
erstwhile destiny
with pockets lined argyle
buy new hairdo's
and brushed teeth adult smiles
eerily similar
nobody is familiar
-anxious while talking
divert eyes and keep walking
strangers like to strangle
crush bones while you sleep
humanity a cannibal
it drips blood from raw meat
-life curds as it squeaks in it's teeth
paint your lungs black and
- turn beast
eerily similar
I can't speak when hopeless or homeless
or confess my process to someone
I've lost all my honesty
from childhood to novelty
-speaks in a laugh track
my life denotes comedy


lines in the dirt broken in place
that holds bases
to bear metal
sleeves of stitch with no laces
knuckles in the dust
pace like a runaway
books come to a close
and endings my enemy
walk the streets quiet
with my hands covering my ears
place them in my pockets
when there's no one else to talk with
sight line in the haze of the morning air
stars turn inward in a second of discretion
I was blanked blacked out
hand mouth
no thoughts
brainless
stained with the dreams
hang with the thieves
fangs in the neck
show your respect
or don't
teeth crack in the back of my jaw
when I spoke
or don't
MADE up the words
don't mean a thing
ARtist create universe
these just words
i'm the worst
still feel the same
strong when I'm done
then gets expose
hung on a line
nude to the world
flaws on display
tell me I'm good
must mean a thing
don't mean a thing
Live to be heard
Must hang my head
won't shake it off
sleep when I'm good
go walk the dog
headphones always on
When I'm gone

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from Mount St. Helens (Deluxe Edition), released July 2, 2019

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