Standing by the lake of the mystical mind
Lapping up the roar of the chemical grind
Counting my curses, going to seed
Picking up the traces of abandoned need
Smoke on the water, dust in the air
Coffin on the bed at the top of the stair
Sweeping out the sense of a leftover life
Dancing directions on the edge of a knife

Slaying all the dragons who came to repent
Telling all the children God came and went
Praising the emptiness, draining the now
Splitting the cracks, stealing a bow
Breaking the fast of a dreamless night
Leaving the earth with a rumbling light
Taking the piss, spotting the trace
Tamping the sugar in the shape of a face


Sitting in the cemetery, watching the trees
Waiting to stop, clutching your knees
Shoved against the wall by an endothermic rage
Reeling from a kiss on the lip of the stage
This’ll keep going, this’ll expand
This’ll give the lay of a new loamy land
Let it keep crying, let it go dark
Give it a reason not to miss the mark


I can't remember, I never knew
Can't ascertain where the monument grew
Give it all up, come on down
Shove it in the sea where the memories drown
Thirty-eight steps to the top of the hill
Thirty-eight days in the grip of a chill
Add or subtract, take it in stride
Tickle the subtext, go for a ride

Taking a break, licking your paws
Giving up will to natural laws
Who to consult, what to entrust
How to explain what I currently must
Twenty-one times to remember it right
Eighty-four halves of a crystalline night
Groaning shelves, falling jars
Flying roads, tumbling cars


Simple rhymes, simple thoughts
Towers of rope, blankets of knots
All the way out, no way back in
The line is dead, the air is thin
Meeting on the verge of a moment of peace
Gathering growth in a delicate crease
Twisting it off, lighting it up
Drinking from the bottom of a crumbling cup

Violent bells, Mountains in chains, whole
civilizations shedding their brains
Somebody married the King of the Sea
Somebody rang up and paralyzed me
I had a wish, I had a dream
I emptied it out in a blanket of steam
Come to my island, land on my shore
Build me a house and kick out the door


Pages of love, words of attack
Spirits of ash that follow you back
Crowds of ascension, rivers of doom
Secret transmissions when you enter a room
Seasons of atonement, rippled affect
Flocks of canaries for you to inspect
No more coal, no more train
Factory sun, synthesized rain