Grief is an anvil to the skull
Grief has an echo that lives in silences
Inside of silences
Grief is the black ink that rushes to fill in the void she left
When nothing is okay
You knowing that youre not alone only makes it feel sadder
Loss is an evil light
That takes root behind your eyes
Illuminating what youre not ready to see
And wont let you turn away
And wont let you un-hear the venom that it has to say
When everything is fucked
You knowing that youre not alone only makes it even sadder
When everything is fucked
You knowing that youre not alone only makes it even sadder
Slumping in alleys swallowing voices cruise shaped war windows
No ones happy here we think too much of ourselves
Yet Its still not enough, youre having a plot twist
I send an asylum of good luck
Ergo were equals is easily a mess to unwound
A changing line positing a question
Hex to impress some Rude Boy
Thomas once famously said
The novel of bullshit is dead
Though all the people cant be all dog, all the time
He wants you to know hes joking even when he isnt
The cat-o-nine detects avant-garde
Properly possess the shape
The hokey psychos in cardigans
Ill only get to heaven if Im written in thats your line
No musicians to play pay
Guitars refuse the work
The flanger is in flames
The best shit is apropos of nothing so
Ergo were equals is easily a mess to unwound
A changing line positing a question
Hex to impress some Rude Boy
Thomas once famously said
The novel of bullshit is dead
Though all the people cant be all dog, all the time
He wants you to know hes joking even when he isnt