The party's over
A cd skipping
It's the same song repeating
Grows more grating with each passing second...
And the walls contain a resonation, laughter, and conversation.
It was fun while it lasted, but now we should be going.
I hope everybody had a real good time
The hospitality's partaken, my head is flying my heart's racing to keep up.
And I hope I havent overdone it nooo...
I hope my body can take it. I hope I make the the occasion.
It's only this fucked up i start realizing
all this living is just dying
and if these are my friends, if this is my home,
if this is how i spend my nights, how i communicate, and demonstrate a love of life.
My eyes roll into the back of my head, if these are the last words that i ever said
No i'm not ready to die just yet.
And we'll keep ourselves in a place where it's easy to hold onto.
the last threats came and went, this is the way that wars are played.
always heading for a front, heading for a front,
we go into the obscurity of an easy to pass on feeling that objection is so cliche.
a new waaay on [x4]
so can your pop sensibilities sing me the end of the world?
turn gunshots and mortar blasts into a metaphor of how we are all the same.
well there's a lot of things that should be said, so we're hammering six strings,
machine gun in audible voices, this is the party we came for.
a new waaay on
a new waaay on
a new waaay on
a new waaay...
we stand in amazement of motion in a world that is constantly revolving.
with plans of invasion and arms races racing we rock to the new sensation.
a new waaay on
a new waaay on
a new waaay on
a new waaay...
it's an into the sunrise aesthetic, let's pretend this is an informed consent. that class division doesn't make an infantry, there is no incentive, no franchise opportunities. and the magazine spreads of fashion models gas masks in hand, it's ok, it's all right, these are situations we learn to live in. when an invasion can bring a country its freedom then unconsciousness is true happiness, no, i don't know what to say.
Not one more word tonight
between here and there
Well put a distance the size of the ocean
so now his heart can be a skipping rythem
As the cadence carries me
I almost drift away
far enough to forget
but when it comes you cannot hesitate
and when found i will write
on account and seal it in an envelope
addresed to your last known residence
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooo
and we sink and we drowned
and what is lost can never be found
well these arms did swim,
until the lungs pulled in
panic was lost in a deep understanding
that you will see what is wrong with everything
what is wrong with you and me
they make all the right reasons to fuck it up
you gotta fuck it up
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooo
(That sounded pretty good to me)
(I thought it was pretty good)
there were no cameras brought for pictures to hold all the small details. we left them all behind. there was a place for and there was a time for and now we arrive and leave again, there is no point in a keepsake when you run from collections. i know one day there will be a book or a song line to remind me how much it meant to be hungy, exhausted, and alone. destination is a point, destination is a purpose, desperation is a reason to live...and this makes a heart beat. this could be any day of any year. this could be any stage in any city. all that matters is we are moving on. the roadside graveyards pass and we escape repeating. the construction of a nation building up and the destruction of a nation tearing down to build again. trailing taillights like the ghosts of the past en route to arrival. we are never going home.
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