It's out of my hands making your hands meet.
????? rises crumbling out of reach.
It's in the cards of destiny your sanity in tow.

Designate my luck. Uh resignate.

This power has no roots to guide. No role.
Trust me. Rusted minds refuse to go.
Unwillingness is meaningless to walk away in vain.

Designate my will.
Ah, designate my fill.
Ah resignate.

My will is crashing. Synapses flashing slow.
Ah, days like frame by frame. Where do they go?
Ah yeah, why fight? Forget it. Cannot spend it after I go.

Roll them high. Throw them again. All god's dice.

Monkey driven. Call this living? Ha.
Ah, too much thought it's overwrought a hole.
Yeah, minding yours what's mine not yours.
Will finish us off.

Ah, designate my life.
Ah, designate my view.
Ah, resignate my will, my will, my will, I will.
Resignate my god.

The sirens scream wanton attention.
Time to take heed and change direction.
Time to take stock and make omissions.

Evacuation. Evacuation.

Time to take leave all formal functions.
Time to plant seeds of a reconstruction.
No time this time to feign reluctance.

It's like your waiting for a diamond shore to wash your way.
Bets put aside you're evil. Lets crawl into your face.
A vision vague or not raising a frightful wake you up.

Time for evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation. Evacuation.
Evacuation. Evacuation.

There was a solemn man. Watched his twilight disappear. In the sand.
Altered by a falling eagle. A warning sign. Sign.
He sensed that worry could be strength with a plan he said, "Time for evacuation."

Evacuation...

I've used hammers made out of wood.
I have played games with pieces and rules.
I undeciphered tricks at the bar, but now you're gone.
I haven't figured out why.
I've come up with riddles and jokes about war.
I figured out numbers and what they're for.
I've understood feelings and I've understood words but how could you be taken away?

And wherever you've gone and wherever we might go.
It don't seem fair. Today just disappeared.
Your light reflected now. Reflected from afar.
We were but stones. Your light made of stars.

With heavy breath awakened regrets.
Back pages and days that could have been spent together but we were miles apart.
Every inch between us becomes light years now.
No time to be void or save up on life.
Oh, you got to spend it all.

And wherever you've gone and wherever we might go.
It don't seem fair. You seam to like it here.
Your light reflected now. Reflected from afar.
We were but stones. Your light made of stars.

And wherever you've gone and wherever we might go.
It don't seem fair. Today just disappeared.
Your lights reflected now. Reflected from afar.
We were by stones. Your light made of stars.

Don't feel like home. He's a little out.
And all these words elope. It's nothing like your poem.
Putting in. Inputting in. Don't feel like methadone.
A scratching voice all alone it's nothing like your baritone.

It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It's home.
The little that he sees. Is nothing he concedes. It's home.

One uninvited chromosome. A blanket like the ozone.

It's nothing as it seems. All that he needs. It's home.
The little that he frees is nothing he believes.

Saving up a sunny day. Something maybe two tone.
Anything of his own. A chip off the corner stone.
Who's kidding? Rainy day. A one way ticket headstone.
Occupations overthrown. A whisper through a megaphone.

It's nothing as it seems. The little that he needs. It's home.
The little that he sees is nothing he concedes. It's home.
And all that he frees. A little bittersweet. It's home.
It's nothing as it seems. The little that you see it's home.

There's a light, when my baby's in my arms.
There's a light, when the window shades are drawn.
Hesitate when I feel I may do harm to her.
Wash it off cause this feeling we can share.
And I know she's reached my heart in thin air.

Byzantine is reflected in our pond.
There's a cloud, but the water remains calm.
Reaching in the suns fingers clutch the dawn to pass.
Even out, it's a precious thing to bear.
And I know she's reached my heart in thin air.
Yes I know she's reached my heart in thin air.

It's not in my past to presume.
Love can keep on moving in both directions.
How to be happy and true is quest we're taking on together.

Take it on, on, on, on, on.
Take it on, on, on, on, on.

There's a light when my baby's in my arms.
And I know she's reached my heart in thin air.
And I know she's reached my heart in thin air.
And I know she's reached my heart in thin air.
Yes I know she's reached my heart.

All in all it's no one's fault. Excuses turn to carbon walls.
Blame it all on chemical intercourse.
The swallowed seeds of arrogance breeding in the thoughts of ten-thousand fools that fight irrelevance.

The full moon is dead skin. The one down here's wearing thin.
So set up the ten pins as the human tide rolls in.
Like a ball that's spinning.

Bombs dropping down overhead. On the ground.
It's instilled to want to live.
Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our insignificance.

"Turn the jukebox up," he said. Dancing in irreverence.
Play C-3. Let the song protest.

The plates began to shift. Perfect lefts come rolling in.
I was alone and far away, hey. When I heard the band start playing.
On the lip they take off.

Bombs dropping down overhead. Underground.
It's instilled to want to live.
Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our insignificance.

Feel like resonance of distance. In the blood the iron lies.

It's instilled to want to live.
Bombs dropping down. Please forgive our hometown in our insignificance.
Oh, in our insignificance, oh.

Oh he deals them off of the top. Ties them off.
Fills it up with his past. Gets carried away.
Oh half his life a hand me down wasted away.
Oh he fills it up with the love of a girl.

Oh he left it alone drilled the pain with money to buy.

How he makes his getaway. How he makes his getaway.

Oh he chose a path. Heavy the fall. Quarter to four.
Fills his night with the thought of a girl.

How he makes his getaway. How he makes his getaway.
How he makes his getaway. Get away.

Have a drink they're buying.
Bottom of bottle of denial.

Big guy. Big eye watching me.
Have to wonder what it sees. ???.
Progress laced with ramifications.
Freedom's big blur. Oh.

Pull the innocent from a crowd.
Raise those sticks them bring them down.
If they fail to obey.
Ah, if they fail to obey. Yeah yeah.

For every tool they lend us a loss of independence.

I pledge my grievance to the flag.
Cause you don't give blood then take it back again.
Oh we're all deserving something more.

Progress taste it invest it all.
Champagne breakfast for everyone. Everyone.

Break the innocent when they're proud.
Raise those stakes then bring them down.
If they fail to obey.
Yeah, ha, if they fail to obey.

Pledge your grievance to the flag.
Cause, don't give blood then take it back again.
Oh, we're all deserving something more.

Have a, have a drink, drink. Have a, have a drink, drink.

I want to breathe part of the scene.
I want to taste everyone I see.
I want to run when I'm up high.
I want to run to the sea.
I want to life to be.
I just want to be.
I will feel alive as long as I am free.

(dog playing tug-of-war)

All my rivals will see what I have in store. My gun.
I've been harboring fleets in this reservoir. Red sun.
And this nations' about to explode.

You're disciples are riddled with metaphors. Well hung.
Better pony up and bring both your barrels full. Not one.
As we release this unspeakable toll. Woh.

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??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ???.

How's our mother to damn these contributors. With mud.
How will the man who made chemicals difficult. Shed blood.
How's our father supposed to be told.
I don't. Woh.

Routine was the theme. He'd wake up wash and pour himself into uniform.
Something he hadn't imagined being.
As the merging traffic passed he found himself staring down at his own hands.
Not remembering the change. Not recalling the plan. Was it?

He was okay but wondering about wandering.
Was it age by consequence or was he moved by sleight of hand?

Mondays were made to fall. Lost on a road he knew by heart.
It was like a book he read in his sleep. Endlessly.
Sometimes he hid in the radio watching other pull into their homes.
While he was drifting.

On a line of his own. Off the line of the side. Bye the by.
As dirt turned to sand. As if moved by sleight of hand.

When he reached the shore of his clip on world he resurfaced to the norm.
Organized his few things. His coat and keys.
And he knew realizations would have to wait.
Till he had more time. More time.

A time to dream to himself. He waves goodbye to his self.
I'll see you on the other side.
Another man moved by slight of hand.

Sorry is the fool who trades his soul for a corvette.
Thinks he'll get the girl he'll only get the mechanic.
What's missing? He's living a day he'll soon forget.

That's one more time around. The sun is going down.
The moon is out but he's drunk and shouting.
Putting people down. He's pissing. He's living a day he'll soon forget.

Counts his money every morning. The only thing that keeps him horny.
Locked in a giant house that's alarming.
The townsfolk they all laugh.

Sorry is the fool who trades his love for hi-rise rent.
Seem the more you make equals the loneliness you get.
And it's fitting. He's barley living a day he'll soon forget.

That's one more time around and there is not a sound.
He's lying dead clutching Benjamins. Never put the money down.
He's stiffening. We're all whistling a man we'll soon forget.

Behind her eyes there's curtains and they've been closed to hide the flames. Remains.
She know their futures burning but she can smile just the same. Same.
And though her mood is fine today there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways.

Standing like a statue. A chin of stone a heart of clay. Hey.
And thought he's too big a man to say there's a fear they'll soon be parting ways.

Drifting away. Drifting away. Drifting away. Away. Away.
Drifting away. Drifting away. Drifting away. Away. Away.

(typewriter keys: "Writers Block")