> An Evening With The City
return
to where
you are from
a mystery
the distance I can clearly see
a corner to watch the warmth
fall from my fingertips
and rain and night
a backdrop
raw neon cracking
sound
brutal and cold
paint the street red
a dirty fucking canvas
beautiful twisted and salty
I went to lick it clean
a broken head
I found underground
in the dark city
isolated from the rest of the brainless world
we will hold hands in the middle of the storm of creation
for a period of time
so you can see
what it is to be just an animal
> War
I hear what I want to hear
while crossing a bridge
time
you would never feel the war
and death
the mountains return to dust
powerless, made to watch
points of light in the outer space
a steady drum in the middle of the stereo field
and the uncertainty
which will certainly be there
for you and I
tomorrow
to exist is to resist
> Love
love you too
if the drugs aren't laced
loving
the new clothes
there is little understanding or grasping maybe
in the space
above your heart
where the wind rushes
passing through, dumping time
singing how positively glad I feel when I ponder us
when all your intent throws the dreams of you and the family
in to my arms
all of us though really
deny what we want because we can not have it
and love to me is nothing more than a dubious contract
made between scavengers
but I am the only thing that matters
to some body
secure with the night
and to escape from the sun
I am so in love with myself
and one day
even you
a shadow behind my eyes
> July In Black
don't even remember what it was
or if it should be
and I have been
to many places
very much unseen
my dear the one that ease my pain
darker fields
uncut sun beams and flower blossoms
under the trees
but nothing grows
except for the white
expectations of a new year
and a glowing moon
been all over the world
but never home
> Burden Of Love
no bold font
has ever expressed
the need that
behind a gun
bullets
fight for the warm flesh of another
on some
night that seems to have slipped through the hands of angels
and is this why god
bodies pile up to the doors of heaven
what man would have ever chosen the burden of love
if he knew it would be at the cost
of his own nourishing blood
made to question
but not to understand
to build
and to tear down
made to feed the earth with our bones
at last to fight in vain against it
> A New World Disorder
beware of the one who helps you up
on your knees you belong
black afternoons
turn obligations to our blood
darkest mourning to night when I dare not sleep
men inside me rest in hesitation
the boy would lose his mind in this control
scared to speak to my brother
eyes closed now
I can't let you die
the world will never know of spirits like you
but the end is fine
they never do
> Starless
beyond a wall
someone asks a question
before you have the chance
to unfasten
everything is very dark
black
in one hand
like a hammer
prey to contain this world
void of firelight
gasoline burns in those days
when the nerve is raw
the door is coming to discover me
stitching together grains of sand
in quiet application
to know of and purify
are the lonely miserable souls in the world
the last defenders of children
because we worry
we totally die
long before we are eaten
who will clothe me in grace
