100 generationsWe ate our young and never blinked an eye
We carved the subway tunnels and prayed to snipers in the sky
We practiced medicine without knowing how to heal
We killed ourselves in dreams a thousand times, always believing it was real
We gave birth silently to jargon, metal, smoke
And mirrors that we kissed until they clouded up and broke
We fed a starving child with an apple's knowing taste
Denying 'til her dying tears the poison with which it had been laced
Cardinal DirectionsI split the atom of one second
Choosing history's lathe
Each word summons now the next
A master to his slave
Countless links
Within some silent chain
And time becomes the sediment that drifts to algae
Divorced from comets' trains
GlaciersAwaken the wolves
For my dreams have grown too quiet once again
Give me howling of footsteps
As time ambles drunk over tundra-glazed earth
Somewhere in the snow
Are the frozen tears and the teeth that battle broke
Twelve winters ago
When aging was living and murder was birth
Inside of you, in spite of youI am in the air now
I am in your lungs
I am written
I am spoken by a million flaming tongues
I'm the lens through which you see
I'm the process
I am the key
I am synapses firing bullets from a gun
SickWhen the heart and the blood start to slow
When the nerves melt away like the snow
This infection runs its course through me
So much more than mere infirmity
When the throat closes of its own will
I can't laugh, I can't breathe, I am still
Be my healer; please don't leave me here
Beneath the storm cloud and heavy atmosphere
Song For The DyingSleep not as an island
Pillar of the trenches seven miles deep
But ground yourself with Jacob's ladder
Rocks and bridges holding back disease
And when you cannot move
Let Earth then move herself to hold you up
For if you push away her arms
The Weakness Of WordsSlow motion drips between folds
Driest tales of tears untold
Scrounge and panic empty hands
Empty heart pumps empty sand
Weighed down in a dormant feel
Pinch a nerve to know it's real
Pregnant with a star tonight
Melt my tongue in speech so slight
True LoveIn walks the villain of this tale
The door closing silent behind you
I smile and I offer you something to drink
In the hopes that a taste will remind you
That poison goes better with grenadine
That deceit's always lovely with lime
That bitterness can be so sweet
When it's served in the right place and at the right time
We Could Have Flown Like PollenWe Could Have Flown Like Pollen
Somewhere between the ball and the chain
The resonance of an earlier pain
Begs to feel the angry wind and the rain
And don't you even care?
Somewhere between the mad and the sane
The mind gives in to directionless strain
When Everyone ForgetsYou followed me, I followed you
With new language you lead me adrift
To find and swallow you
Into this continental rift but
Will all songs be ancient text when
Affairs of lust and power lost on
Railroad tracks or slaveship decks
Why has your love become neglect?