The prime alignment of Our years are among us We will not bide time for The priest and his service We will live our lives As an acolyte speaking His own sermon Tell your loved ones You love them Life is fleeting Life is fleeting Redeem my solitude From the dark space Make sure I get Home safe For I must leave My place Before the coffin-shaped Space Tell your loved ones You love them

A selfish death To avoid future pain A selfish death To avoid future pain I see the future With narrowed eyes It sees me with apologies To those who saw Too much from me Just like my handwriting Messy Unorganized blotches of ink Soaking through paper An hour after writing All of the above I beat myself up to the point Where my fingers feel fucked Overanalysed Canceling a show I was Supposed to play tonight I feel as though I'm giving Myself 24 hours to be gone From this household Or be nowhere at all A selfish death To avoid future pain A selfish death To avoid future pain Should one feel guilty for The thoughts that they have Should one use substances As a temporary fix As opposed to actually Fixing the mistakes they Put at stake Overanalysation Is an art form itself If perfected right Allows you to cradle The entire world in the Palms of your hands With yourself and life being A mystery to mankind What are you Leaving behind So be sure To avoid his grief By making him hate me I'm not your Dependent figure Anymore And they all Lied about hell For it was never Part of the afterlife It's been right In front of me You showed me Hell And fuck was it pretty

If it's wrong that's fine So The start of the song Not down in the doldrums Perhaps the pulsating Periods of stagnation Provide clearer guidance For one's ambitions Constricting and contracting Thoughts down the homerun Of newly leased hallways Down in the doldrums Certainly lamenting Over funerals all held In the same room Assumed the gloom But it's the room and us We choose our own gloom

The following week How many decrepit Bodies will the man in Black drapes Take away Today The following weep How many human beings Will reach the ever-breaking Numeral One hundred and still be Able to kiss their Love Death's footsteps Come creeping in Ever so silently Return to earth Is no option For void is Your new companion

There’s someone that I’m looking for He’s somewhat of the Morning Man He writhes around to the sound of Breaking bones attuned by the birdsongs By the bird songs By the bird songs I’ve got a question to ask him Like where do you go When the morning don’t show Cause a menagerie of Cause a menagerie of Cause a menagerie of I've got a question to ask him Like where do you go When the morning don't show Cause a menagerie of weltschmerz Will be waiting for you at noon If you’re not back soon Well the lovers The sun The loners The charm I’ll be waiting for you at noon Yeah I'll be waiting for you at noon If you’re not back soon Well the lovers The sun The loners The charm I’ll be waiting for you at noon Yeah I'll be waiting for you at noon The Morning Man drinks his tea Above mountainsides too high to see There’s someone that I’m looking for He’s somewhat of the Morning Man He writhes around to the sound of Birdsongs singing break his bones Break his bones Break his bones The Morning Man drinks his tea Above mountainsides too high to see Confabulation tore asunder the blunders The Morning Man drinks his tea

Ciphering carbon dioxide From other people's lungs I've forgotten how to breathe I've learned to stutter over my own tongue Well I can't keep ciphering lungs I can't keep biting tongues I can't keep thinking about Where I'd be if I had a son And a daughter would be spoilt With all kisses could give A little boy shown discipline For the places his father has lived And what makes you think That you're fit to be a father You can't even hold the weight To push yourself further Is it unfortunate what he's become Living each day to only cipher some new lungs A kid placed as a souvenir upon a shelf Financially unstable Can't support let alone fucking feed himself A kid rolling paper in between his fingertips As an excuse to press something more Than a fist towards his lips A kid shown how mean he's become Despised over fluent feelings Expressed just from loved one's hums Yeah Kid This is but temporary It don't matter It don't matter Until you're in a cemetery Kid Kid This is but temporary It don't matter It don't matter Until you're in a cemetery Knowing kids that I haven't even met Because of all the times that I've Coincidentally dreamed of them Hey that kid looks just like me Except he’s so happy Almost too worry-free Ask yourself is this what you wanna be Adulthood lived through the eyes of a child Who still needs a babysitter 'Cause who the fuck knows what harm he inflicts When no one else is around to see it And a daughter would be spoilt With all kisses could give A little boy shown discipline For the places his father has lived And what makes you think That you're fit to be a father You can't even hold the weight To push yourself further Do close ones see how mean I've become Now despised over fluent feelings Expressed from just their hums I wish I could trust them As much as I trust no one But I'm that no one They say I need more sun They say I need more sun They say I need more sun They say I need more sun They say I need more sun Is it unfortunate what he's become Living each day to only cipher some new lungs A kid placed as a souvenir upon a shelf Financially unstable Can't support let alone fucking feed himself A kid rolling paper in between his fingertips As an excuse to press something more Than a fist towards his lips A kid shown how mean he's become Despised over fluent feelings Expressed just from loved one's hums Yeah kid This is but temporary It don't matter It don't matter Until you're in a cemetery Kid Kid This is but temporary It don't matter It don't matter Until you're in a cemetery

This is a sign From an insignificantly Distant world A world And we are attempting To survive our time So both of our lives may align Align With our human sounds Our human science Our images Our fucked up minds And our feelings These are the songs of These are the songs of Our human sounds Our human science Our images Our fucked up minds And our feelings These are the songs of These are the songs of Earth Our human sounds Our human science Our images Our fucked up minds And our feelings These are the songs of These are the songs of This is a sign From an insignificantly Distant world A world And we are attempting To survive our time So both of our lives may align Align

Never really in between Just when you arrive And when you leave Never really in between Just when you arrive And when you leave Asleep at night But awake it seems For dreams Are only make-believe Asleep at day But awake it seems Dreaming for the days Of the make-believe So when I Lay my head to rest Please remember me Unlike the rest When my Head is lain to rest I promise You will see me at my best

I’ve got nothing in these boxes To call a moving day Leaving families without your kisses Has dealt your troublesome With some pain Yeah I’ve got nothing in these boxes To call a moving day Leaving families without your kisses Has dealt your troublesome With some pain Yeah I’m breakin’ But I still work You’re breakin’ But we still work We haven’t had the easiest run Fuckin’ rain no shine Forever inclined that we were happy And we’re still Trying to be happy Well 18 and for what we’ve done We’ll make our home the better one But the sun Oh fuck Fuck the sun! I’m not worthy for warmth I’m not worthy for your warmth Yeah I’m breakin’ But I still work You’re breakin’ But we still work And I know you don’t like the light on When you’re asleep Just know the brightness Is more comfortable for you Than it is for me Eyes closed with the thought of you I’m painting pictures I’m painting pictures For something I Never thought I could do I’m just hoping I’m just wishing That you look through Yeah I’m breakin’ But I still work You’re breakin’ But we still work Yeah I’ve painted a home With red lipstick lips You’ve painted a home With callus fingertips Open the curtains my love Show me what the sun is made of