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First it’s what you think, then
Once you step away it’s gonna switch to
Somethin’ you can handle sittin’ down

Second are your suspects
Trapped in all the comfort of a fault line
Dressed in all their unforgiving lies
(Still giving lies)

Dirty load.
They were forty minutes late, thirty minutes pushin’ through the double doors
They were raw. It was unfamiliar. For sure it was no place they’d ever been before
They were raw. It was not like the night before.

There were kids.
There were cubicle jobbers, and of course the talk-talkers by the south wall bar
And there were deals.

So you go
So you stay
In molasses, Hallmark ways
Slur it up
Slur it down
Just whatever gets you ’round
Accumulate
Calculate

An instrumental kicks off this mess,
there's no words but I'll try to confess
We're all unblamable but I might blame you now
Befriend the friend who might get you in,
and watch the masses all try to pretend
They're all unflammable but I might burn them out.

It's all a routine, and part of this scene

Well, now you got some pickin’ up to do
Your rescue in some Iso-Residue
But I’m keepin’ my own time
And I’m always keepin’ my own time

So you strut along through Matamoros nights
Then it’s down, down, down, down
To your own valley, cool?

Any given time the ghosts and prophets might align, don’t try to bother.
And any given line that’s sold as bait for lazy buys, don’t try to follow.
’cause now, now that it’s everything
Now that you burned through your tracks, you found it hollow
Any solemn fine that’s levied on the ones who try
The ones you found now, ones you found now

Signify originals, the ghosts that rise up from your past

Calculate the trouble lines
Only in my double mind
Foresee the history and then follow through
Where are you going friend?
Maybe to the chorus bend?
Or maybe to the fence that splits your heart and worried mind?

History, harmony, pullin’ back through time

Since I'm already gone, and the morning is here
A disastrous resolve to our second year
Thanks for driving me out, and signing me in
Farewell for now, won't you please visit me then?
It's a new arrangement
If only you'd arrange to get me out in a week
Now I stagger through halls, and sleep in some room
Checking off calendars, 'cause you're coming soon

Walkin’ through the narrows just a searchin’ for a livin’
Shadow, follow me
Knowin’ that it’s fun(ner) just to hide where you can see
I’m certain there’s a comfort in the love that you’re a givin’
Comfort I can see
Hopin’ there’s a future and a number for you and me

But you been walkin’ strong

Whenever her days go by at evenin’ rates
Keepin’ it overdrive, just too late
With a posture-crooked way
Slunk to lower-latitude place
Somethin’ new to try
Just couldn’t wait

Unsteady and un-decide. Shaky, shake

You say anyone tells you, I've got words you can't explain
It's all on behalf of you, there are things you can't contain
We're all of the same feeling: useless are the ones to blame
We're terrified anyway
Strike on feverish instinct, we've got troops you can't contain
Round up the hopelessly faithful, cleaning up the social stains
We're all of the same feeling: useless are the ones to blame
We're terrified anyway.