Informal dissonance
Takes away my innocence
A surcharged, gold-leaf, deadpan lie
Black ink tendrils
Pollen-tongued, vengeful
Always on, never wrong
A fall into the thin-iced pond
You take me out, it goes away
Comes back stronger the next day
I could run or I could hide,
But even then, what's the point?
I'll still kneel tied under the streetlight
A spark flickers next to a vat of gasoline
A sordid reckoning of my entire being
A one way struggle with both my arms cut off
Imagine a snake bite that spreads through your liver
And all that you see are these blue, blue tears
That amplify doubts and multiply fears
A backwards journey and you can't come along
I spoke to the future and saw it was lying
The past and the present have muddled my truths
A rainstorm is coming so cover your skull
'Cause what's real and what's not is dependent on you
If there's one thing I'd ask her,
It would be to call
Analyzing all this crying
There's nothing left that I can do
But break this down
And bring back what makes the truth true
A rainstorm is coming so cover your skull
'Cause what's real and what's not is dependent on you