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this is a method you use to ignore your words. this is the way that i train
myself never to make light of anyone's concious desicion. it's more than
discursiveness. i'll keep that in mind for the next time. but this
psudo-ignorance plee is enough to dismiss any credit that you may have been
earning back. forensics show signs of uncertainty but can't find a trace of
remorse. still this pity extracts every word i hold from every other
friend's mouth. this time there's no cut around eyes that long to dismiss
this as a misunderstanding instead of a misgovernment. after monitors are

this is a method you use to ignore your words. this is the way that i train
myself never to make light of anyone's concious desicion. it's more than
discursiveness. i'll keep that in mind for the next time. but this
psudo-ignorance plee is enough to dismiss any credit that you may have been
earning back. forensics show signs of uncertainty but can't find a trace of
remorse. still this pity extracts every word i hold from every other
friend's mouth. this time there's no cut around eyes that long to dismiss
this as a misunderstanding instead of a misgovernment. after monitors are

If we get through this-
am I still an option?
In a picture of
your idea of a future.
I would give anything to not be here.

Wait-
You're all I have.

We signed up for the chore. Made it all for you.
Wise up, you can't live that down.
And the vultures on the cutting room floor make their voices symbiotic.
'Standards! Standards!'
Falsetto in the morning meets your tenor in the falling down.

It's all been done. You can't kill the truth.
Standards make your voice symbiotic.

First to break won't be the first to feel the pull
Ostracised in your half-step play of the martyr
Fast to think peace talks and empty drives sound sure
Break the fool. Penance sure; decree nisi forseen
We'll sacrafice the hostage first so we don't feel the pain

Writing baccalaureate for the departed
We'll sacrafice the hostage first so we don't feel the pain

it would end much differently than you think
with my hands like guns and crashing sounds
because sometimes it feels like the song never ends
they'd then come after me
you'd rush to hold your ears
because sometimes it's more than you never
lets just say you keep quiet about this
you were right.

soon i'll come home.
i'll come back.
soon i'll come back to you.

save a place for me.
and ill be forever yours.
tonight.
you're different.

Weather ridden days
remind you of enough to reason.
Reasons not explained,
just not enough for you to care.
In time I'll know enough to know better.
Make your choice now,
don't let this fade
just like what you left before