Inspired by self-involved folk. Kingston is the avenue in Brooklyn.
No solitude now- I found it.
In touch with the moon- avowed it.
Enthroned in the pace of wilted stares, aha.
Shoved: gave to the wolves, devoured him.
Slaved: cult of the merry-ed middlemen.
You’re bound to the pain you can’t replace.
And, people say that “love is all you need,”
But, I’m aligned with the team of valiant greed.
And, people say that “peace is evergreen,”
But, it fades so fast, you’re fighting in my sleep.
When you could perform, you did it.
When you could divide, you did it.
And, when you could flame you stormed your fires ahead.
You’re part of the marching shadow.
Your vices are deeply shallow.
Your pars are all trampling your aces.
And, people say that "love is often kind,”
But, I’m crowned in fear of the inevitable leave-behind.
And, people say “the tears will heal inside,”
But, I’m bleeding raw, and, the truth is spreading wide.
released July 2, 2015
Carey Sveen: lyrics, music
Evan Fricks: guitar
Robert Hellyer: bass guitar
Craig Howe: drums
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