No Title For Life

I’ve searched around the universe
Been down some black-holes
Nothing but space, man
And I want to go home

My eyes are lungs

I’m a prophet and I speak in tongues

Brass buttons on your coat hold the cold

In the shape of a heart that they cut out of stone

They still held ritual to light

In their minds however, it was to music

I’m a mountain that has been moved
I’m a river that is all dried up
I’m an ocean nothing floats on
I’m a sky that nothing wants to fly in
I’m a sun that doesn’t burn hot
I’m a moon that never shows it’s face
I’m a mouth that doesn’t smile
I’m a word that no one ever wants to say

There is a lake

At the bottom you’ll find all my friends

They don’t swim because they’re all dead

We never are what we intend

I want to feel the change consume me
Feel the outside turning in
I want to feel the metamorphosis
The cleansing I’ve endured in

You tongue is a rudder
It steers the whole ship

Sends your words past your lips or keeps them safe behind your teeth

The wrong words will strand you
Come off course while you sleep

Sweep your boat out to sea or dashed to bits on the reef

Her lips taste like a loaded gun and I’m her number one chalk outline on the floor

Last night I swallowed liquor and a lighter and this morning I threw up fire