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There is nothing for me here
Same old colors ganging up again
I’m a satellite
I’m an Israelite
Then I’m calling it quits
She’s a spitting image he’s a perfect fit
What have I walked into?

I could never go to far
Same old vapors catching up again
I’m enamored by
The city lights
Then she’s giving me fits
I could bring her down a bit
What have I walked into?

Are you thrilled from the kill and the spoils around you?
Grind the room in a mill
Grind the mill around

There is nothing for you here
Same old tears welling up again
Via satellite
TV light
Then it’s so hard to care
He’s a fucking tourist
She’s a souvenir
What have I walked into?

DEAD WEIGHT

Throw me down the interstate
Dressed in all the things I hate
Black birds start to congregate
Circle ‘round to speculate
I cant sleep and I cant wait
It’s too little
It’s too late

If you’re not light as air…
If you’re not light as air…
You’re dead weight

They don’t know
What they do
Drive the nail
Turn the screw

Throw me down the interstate
Dressed in all the things I hate
It’s too little
It’s too late
I can’t sleep
I can’t wait

If you’re not light as air…
If you’re not light as air…
You’re dead weight

Revolution of the fake…

MEDALLION OF GOD

A night of silver
Illuminated by
The medallion of God

Slung low
Over oceans of
Crashing chorus

The ocean tastes
Of the same breath
As we bask in the deep bumming
Of a million years past
Under the medallion of God

I gave her
A necklace of pearls