God hates the dinosaurs so he sent me to leave a crater in the Earth and I light shelves of books on fire it's the only way I can know self-worth Jesus doesn't have Norman Greenbaum on his IPod, his Google searches are in line with your average man. If the Son of God died to cleanse you of our sins I guess that we should sin the best we can Arvel Crynyd was flying in his A-Wing. Plasma burned a circle in it's hull, but god dammit he stayed in control! I'm the pilot of the S.S. Dolphin who enslaved the local tribe to be his pets. And I'm a song that contains an obscure reference no one in the audience will get! I have a fear that everybody judges me it stems from the way that I judge all of them One day in the unforeseeable future I'll stop collecting worries like they're rare and shiny gems Wedge Antilles taught me that it's alright to quit the proverb says to quit while you're ahead but a hero and some old words are worthless to me because I'll be playing catch-up until I'm dead Sometimes I think I would feel better if I spent all my time alone And the one thing as overwhelming as my whiny hopelessness is picking up and dialing the phone.

In the Blue Ridge foothills winters cracking it's whip. Glass stalactites cling to the bus stop roof footprints in the snow; clovenhooved. Yesterday wasn't too bad. I just drank and stayed indoors. Red wine stains on the edge of my mouth, it's too late now to follow you south. We've all lost touch with somebody we think we love But like the story of the olive branch and the alabaster dove Happy endings are only for a chosen few. I hibernate during the daytime. I set fire to the wicks at night. Paint pictures of a man in an obsidian crown It's getting clearer every day: There's no escaping this town. Twin snakes coil around my neck when I dream I see visioned of a white masked man, but I've never sat through Scream Horror movies never scare me like the world around me can. Amazing Grace How sweet the sound May the angel of death watch over me When he makes his nightly rounds Amazing grace I shattered long ago Will you scoop up the remnants? Will you make me whole? I never saw you coming. I never saw you coming. But if I'd seen you coming... I would've let you ride in.

Roses are red and frail and thorny Blood is red and it taste like hope Books are read to share the story of the martyr and the rope The sky is red on the morning ash swarms to the moon Lucifer dressed in his finest boots Chicago Maroon. The wind blew the intensity past bluebells in the field. War paint plastered over our cheeks. Saint Andrews cross on every shield. A blue stocking sang me the blues All the soldier swoon Japanese maples in the early fall Chicago Maroon. A battalion of greenhorns quiver in their steel-toed boots Yellow-bellied young men dig for valor deep below the sycamore roots. Fireworks a monarch ornage Earth a cattail brown Violet is a violent color worn by kings, and priests, and clowns. And halfway up the coast on the judgement day A rose fades from red to pink to white to Blacksburg grey And when you looked at me with your gypsy eyes I knew our time was coming soon We'll never breakaway from Chicago Maroon

Meet my ambassador He's more personable than I could ever hope to be. He's friendly, and polite, and filled with empathy. A Lego structure built from the best parts of me. He's my worst enemy. On the other side of this one-way mirror Your painting of the future is starting to make sense. Where I once saw a heart-shaped locket, I see a god inside my pocket. And cosmonauts with myrrh and frankincense. Everyday I wake up tired and obsessive and a liar If I don't go to work than there's nothing for me to do. If I can find the balls to smash these artless walls Perhaps the sun will help me grow into something new and brave and free Black clouds over a funeral On your canvas every night I could be Bill Murray and live this day a thousand times I still don't think I'd ever get it right.

In Boston I saw a man sleeping by a cardboard sign. It read "Nobody will help me. They're all hypocrites. I wish I would die." I don't want to encourage that attitude, but I still gave him a Hamilton, because I understand the appeal of being free and forgotten. And I want to help everyone, but I'm just too fucking lazy. And I want to be loved by anyone, but I'm just too fucking crazy. I'm afraid of technology I'm afraid of where it'll take us next I'm upset that I get upset when you ignore my text I'm afraid that there are other people who are just like me I'm afraid my brain will pack his things and leave reality And I want to help everyone, but I'm just too fucking lazy. And I want to be loved by anyone, but I'm just too fucking crazy. I want to have hope again I want to have hope again I want to have hope again I'm going to have hope again one day I want scabs to form on my knees again I want the trees to grow leaves again I want to shake my disease again I'm going to have hope again one day

Lilac firmament over endless dunes of sand Working on the farm do the best you can Stare up at the cosmos past the red sun and it's twin You will escape the cage they put you in You will escape the cage they put you in Two charred corpses the results of your defection Tragedy at the roots of an odysseys inception Sprint toward the exit never turn around Will you morn the ones that keep you bound? Should you morn the ones that keep you bound? Should you morn the ones that keep you On the ground

Oh isolation I didn't know I'd miss you so bad I need you like a pop/punk singer needs the approval of his dad Oh desperation You're someone who I've come to know too well My brains my biggest rival and my skin feels like a five foot prison cell But by the night light in my room I'll forget about this towns impending doom And your music will be a broom and it will sweep up all the monsters that are scattered in the corners Oh pollination I'm so happy you decided to exist Spring has come out swinging and now I can take the bandage off my wrist Oh constellation It's to you I dedicate my worship song I'll hop along the cosmic railroads until I find the place that I belong But by the night light in cave I'll forget the way they taught my to behave And your music will make me brave enough to fight back all the monsters that scattered in the corners

I am but a flee on the back of a dog the back of a dog named humanity the wind smells of ginger and calamity Every other time it rains And I am the putrid taste in your mouth when the water runs sour in the reservoir and the children clutching mason jars All hunger for bleeding brains Their teeth wear ruby stains as they march us toward the rise of the machines I am the cigarettes you burn on the day after you quit I'm the spray paint on the bathroom wall of Jesus holding hands with Baphomet I'm the land on the side of the fence for whom you wave your flag I'm the last jug of milk in the grocery store I'm the citizen with a loaded mag There is a shadow inside of your head that you want to keep out of control There is a shadow growing wider on the desolate field that will soon become a massive hole Hallelujah!

Swap TV's for smaller mind control devices A spoonful of soma helps reality go down I love all the expensive things I use as my distractions From existence in this pissy little town One day I'll smoke cigars on the plantation with Dylan playing banjo on the porch They'll be whiskey in the puddle by the mailbox and my kids will all grow up believing in the force I won't just be a no one stuck in Radford Working a mundane job six days a week I will find the courage to uncage my tiny voice And teach it a romance language it can speak Following your dreams will disappoint you but hey, everyone you hate is going to die and you might just get to see the look on that bastards face when his soul becomes a spirit in the sky The burns on my body take forever to scab over So I'll cover them in meaningless tattoos Or I'll draw a dog in flames and but exes as it's eyes to remind me of the time I spent with you One day I'll kiss my sweetheart on the forehead As we lay under the blanket in a pose She'll have all her own opinions and peacock feather eyes and an adorable, yet faintly crooked nose I probably shouldn't sing this to my shadow I probably shouldn't read it to my dad Waiting for the Alzheimers to take away my cells Eating every memory that's sad Following your dreams will disappoint you but hey, everyone you hate is going to die and you might just get to see the look on that bastards face when his soul becomes a spirit in the sky