This road it seems is beveled towards the center

Reckoner six wing aviary splendor

Kagemaru Himeno and the dust settled in the cracks

Nine millimeter, Centipede, and Henrietta Lacks

Cusp:

Five years in the barrel

No second thoughts hiding underneath my tongue

You know how it is out here between all of these particles

Out here in the wretch

Who is your god in the final hours of daylight?

What gardens does she promenade with nothing in her hands?

Blank eyes of marble, no need to sink the titanic again

At least not without me in it

Everything’s a little lighter in the right kind of pocket

Everything’s a little flame in a tight wound battle cast stone

“rough hundred lightyears from here to the river

Why the hell you’d ever think about going it alone?”

It all it seems is beveled towards the center

Birthday wooden bowl and the acrylic claws of dementia

I can’t access my memories dependably any more

Let me sink to the bottom of the substrate, where i belong

This is just like the time i ate your guts to keep kicking, just to keep kicking

This is just like the time i ate your guts to keep kicking, just to keep kicking

All i want is for you just to keep kicking, and i’ll return the favor

But for now though, honey, i’ll soon taste better if you let me marinate

And he says:

Everything’s a little lighter in the right kind of pocket

Everything’s a little flame in a tight wound battle cast stone

“rough hundred lightyears from here to the river

“why the hell you’d ever think about going it alone?”

A resonant gust of crestfallen cherubim searching for their last eye in a banquet of snow

This is where they said it starts, this is where we’ll go below

A resonant gust of crestfallen cherubim who’ll never find their last glass eye in a banquet of snow

This is where they say it ends, this is where we’ll go below

Everything’s a little lighter

Everything’s a little flame

Traveled the whole rough hundred light years

And the throbbing’s never waned

There’s so much left to worry for

So many brain cells left to waste

Better now than later though

I’ll add salt just enough to taste

Everything’s a little lighter in the right kind of pocket

Everything’s a little flame in a tight wound battle cast stone

“rough hundred lightyears from here to the river

Why the hell

You’d ever think about

Going it alone?”