a single stroke of identity
where abandon and barren meet
and shake your stick at the devil and come at me

like a rock-n-roll record
pressed from the good one, the first one
beat my mind like a martyr
across waves of your wretched red water

don't drink the water like I do
convinced it's safe
a "no smoking" sign
a haunted silver lining
watch how it changes your mind

I don't want to say a word
I haven't said a goddamn thing
so fucking unsure
beside the sea, underneath the melody



I'd rather be the rabbit
jump into the fire
as soon as explain it

out on the east coast like rain on your raincoat
if you throw it away you'll never see it again



and lovers with different faces
a wet cast of human figures
reach down to something you missed
while the angel fingers her list

and waits in the colored light
motion across the colored light
decipher the stain-glass
who said "I do not want to die here alone again"

so go ahead and burn when no one's watching
just know I'm burning in the other end
and if I saw that asshole I'd rip an asshole anew
but I don't leave the house so who cares what I'd do

and if we cross the line here where would it end
my reply is lacking suspense
I'm in no mood for your dumb joke
patience plummets the closer I get to dead-broke



I'd rather be the rabbit
jump into the fire
as soon as explain it

out on the east coast like rain on your raincoat
if you throw it away you'll never see it again