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we're stealing bodies
so the doctors can study
and improve their technique
they operate next week
on the girl who's embarrassed
that she melted the chalice
with a thought thrown through the air
but she's only half of a pair

cuz Effie's on the other side
she's laughing and sculpting and washing the filth
off of the devil's hide

we're replacing their bones
with pipes, sticks, and stones
so the grievers don't notice
that their loved ones helped us grow this
translucent creature being housed
by the doubting preacher
reciting the scripture
while the creature paints this picture

of Effie on the other side
she's laughing and sculpting and washing the filth
off of the devil's hide

a bell for the brave Armenian waitress
outsourced to the heavies in the Texas sway
something drifts across the soul of September soil
I used to strip there but now I solemnly swear

I'm the one to disintegrate into your dreamscape
pushed into patchwork
with a mask with eyes cut to keyholes
believe me I'm trying

I remember the day machine wept into lakes
and poets made a plea on live TV
a semicolon inked on the governor's wrist
we all claimed we shared but it's worse than we feared

I'm the one to camp out under the flagpole
coiled up and dumb
trashing the haunted mansion
pushed into patchwork
to disintegrate into your dreamscape
with a mask with eyes cut to keyholes
believe she's lying

the subpoenas always came in unmarked cruisers
the fonts were bold and told us what to do
the schematics we stole were impossible to decipher
so let’s go downtown and see this whole thing through

I would feel much better if this day had narration
as we’re living out some archetype clean and blue
there are moments here that don’t come from this station
there are lifetimes here repeated ‘til they’re true

The night is filled with only three thoughts
And they took two out back and were shot
Now we’re left with one
Singular thing
To wrestle into this world
I’m gonna change my game
Until the game changes me
And in a book of Child ballads I finally saw what you claimed to see
Infiltrate me some simple way
The night is filled with only one thought

Are you averse to a transformation?
Do you believe in the afterlife?
Hold me steady while I drink this deluge
Do you believe in the afterlife?
Someone, somewhere said something prophetic but no one thought to kick it through me

There used to be a way to get free
Without the use of A, B, or C
But the boilerplate cooled
And broke into shards
The museum put it on display
I’m gonna catch some thought
And distill it through you
When the last day of the season comes crawling you’ll know just what to do
Infiltrate me some simple way
The night is filled with only one thought

Are you averse to a transformation?
Do you believe in the afterlife?
Kiss me slowly with a curse word come-on
Do you believe in the afterlife?
Someone, somewhere said something prophetic but no one thought to kick it through me

Like a living, breathing tattoo
With the papers for the passing
Some encyclopedic come-on
Comes crashing through a white light
And stays to infiltrate me some simple way!

Are you averse to a transformation?
Do you believe in the afterlife?
Hold me steady while I drink this deluge
Do you believe in the afterlife?
Kiss me slowly with a curse word come on
Do you believe in the afterlife?
Someone, somewhere said something prophetic but no one thought to kick it through me

First impressions first
I command it
The feel of a star map
Flat in your hand
Cuz nobody knows what
you are feeling
cuz nobody’s psychic
unless that’s a lie

My most insistent dream
Who can name it?
easy to be wanted
But hard to feel loved
Here comes some jokers
looking for answers
on questions of freedom
I’ll just decline

The rest is up to us
Laying flatly
On some gentle incline
Near some parade
It’s a national anthem
But I can’t place the country
on questions of freedom
I’ll just decline

Pick up an old phone and hear the future coming back for you
We’ll turn to golden tape recorded versions of the truth

Everything is on it’s way

Last impressions last
You command it
The feel of a blueprint
Scrolled in your hand
We can’t remember
The way that we got here
Something was uttered
And counties were crossed
Pick up an old phone and hear the future coming back for you
We’ll turn to golden tape recorded versions of the truth

I made a banquet
of holy ghosties
it was a longshot
I wound it tightly
they call me warlord
on the fucking TV
just like a hassle magnet

I live in bee hive
I tunnel sand box
I breathe the bombers
there's no exception
if you could see me
you'd come to understanding
that i'm a hassle magnet
that i'm a hassle magnet
that i'm a hassle magnet
that i'm a hassle magnet

i walk the tight rope
i hold the lantern
i cracked the code word
i drop pianos
attracting bad news
into existence
like a hassle magnet
can you feel it?
do you hate it?
have you dropped out? do you love me?
cuz i'm a feeling
you find in early AM
cuz i'm a warlock
in janitor's clothing
and you're the trouble
i been trying to pull towards me
just like a hassle magnet

I’m gonna spend the rest of my life telling this story ain’t I?
Where’s my stability asked the man actively driving himself into a ditch
Am I crazy or is the world really organized this way?
Sometimes it’s hard to know precisely who you really are

Play your own music for the end of episode montage you run out in your head
Show what you’re doing / show what she’s doing / show what we’re doing
They are both deep in thought wondering “what if”
So roll the end credits, don’t forget to thank the dolly grip

Change your name / Cut off your hair / but stick to the plan
I know there’s no guarantees, even Bob Dylan lost his dream girl
This is our story / this is how we go here
You can put your hands on the brick and inhale slowly and ask yourself
Who am I?
Who am I?
Who am I?

Nostalgia flooded the room like milk poured over religious figurines
I didn’t share this simile with my therapist worried she’d get worried and write something down
But then again who’s to say anyone can say something + alter the timeline
I’m just sick of pretending
That I don’t believe what I believe

We know the dangers of one person using another person as a muse
But surely there can’t be nothing wrong if it goes both ways
Like lightning bolts bouncing between two consciousnesses trapped in jars
I called it “Dual Muses” and walked down to the corner store

Rock n Roll improved my chemistry
And prog rock got me out of bed
And punk rock made me hate the government
Then heavy metal became my friend
And R n B let me dance with you
And Zydeco seemed like a strange dream
And hip hop made me trust the universe
And psych rock pushed me past the point
But the one thing they all taught me is…

I’m you
Don’t freak out
I’m you