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Give me back one last chance to drink from the sky. I'm sick of chasing echoes and fighting a lost cause just to let words fly. Once there was so much left to what was real but these days I'll never bet my hand on the first thing you feel. Eight generations passed on one last curse one last chance to shake free one million nights passed losing sense once so easy to see. Fell short of real. Stuck in a world, with no in's or out's. "I've left to many lives behind", she cries. Stronger words for a fading will when a new language only serves to cut even deeper still, and pennies for your thoughts are simply wasted on chance, and we are twisting through years without looking ahead.

I've stopped biting the hand i've been feeding, and rearranged my words and the hearts i've been needing. And though time always changes and leaves us behind, it's the warmth in this darkness that will always be mine. I wish you'd learn what to say, when your dreams run astray, or when we're talking or hitting a wall for it reaches the smallest talk of the shortest days and casts the longest shadow of the deepest fall. It's the old pen that keeps the new sadness fading and the endless years of hoping that I know i'll be saving.

Spread ourselves thin and wipe away the sweat of working though a thick skin
The easiest way to dodge is to ignore
Spit back and wait for more
Turn the pages of history yellowed, underlined and torn
No chance of tracing exactly how these terms were born
Rewrite plan of attack
Find a number with a bullet
Fellate the right minds so a suit won't pull it

Slip passed the first way we went about
Deciding the exact moment
When faith became doubt
Killing fields are open again, or so they
Tell me and so they kill me
Each night a new death to celebrate the blood
Violence over silence or so they tell me

Forget my name, forget my number
Please pass on invitations that never should have came
You're that memory I never meant to birth
You're that last memory

Sharp features pollute a worthy face
Disgraceful disaster, miserable results disasterful for now and after
You're that memory I never meant to birth

Set the time when you set your sights
Our only crime: finding life in complex nights

Downward towards the sky, all myths will melt your wings
Ways and means, regret to twist myself and make my cancer sing

Obsession beats repression, I'll miss you however close you are
Would love to crawl inside you and watch from afar

Look ahead with forward eyes, and it all stood still for us.
It's either that or run and hide.

So still in fact, that our planted feet coasted back
towards a circumstance you'd never fathom.
I've taken my cue, passed through countless masks,
spit years of plans and watched them all fall through.

These are new days with old stories
So let's wash the same denial in similar patterns
Because the emotions have become mere background noise

Please take the apple from your eye
We're blinded by desire
Hey, when were you this tall?
Memory serves us not at all

I will say this:
9 out of 10 times when you trust yourself
The inevitable finds you back in the places you've been begging to avoid
And when it all comes back to the identical conversations as
Insignificant as yesterday's
You hope to realize that your first instinct
Is always the right one:
It's always better to run from a death knell

"This is what you owe the dead."
Again and again.

Tendons stretched and strangled.
Face poured flesh from head.
A Family's ties are mengled like
mother falling out of dead.

Phone calles lost, transmission forced, put this down for what is failing
The last will broken, the heart that's ailing

- We lived as one
- You left undone
- I killed those days

Actions misguided, never directed, the road to hell paved with good intentions

Hot Cross Tacoma Lyrics:
i have better memories of you during worse times
days you planned
with your head in your hands
and your feet benath your thighs

im sure youd recall
that stretch of mills wrapped around