Gather inside
The stranger said
Day’s people and faces
Spread homage
In trance
To the most bashful of places  

Compulsive imposter in the skin of a monster
Hides in the drain of your sink  
Carnival smoke where the piper doth stoke
The needs and allegations of ink

Summing in the masses
Gather for spirit release
The haunting of music revives
And winks at the sight of peace

Lost Angeles
The stolen city
Reopen the doors
               and The Whiskey
To spare the pity

Sifting through a world that clings
She hates to talk but she loves to sing
I’d like to write a song for her
In hoping that I’ve found a cure

Shimmering Midwest dream
Duluth snow, south of the sea
Yes, sound is vibration, the glass is full
Love for my Mini-Happiness, Saint Pull

Well I guess it’s implied that I wear my heart on my sleeve
Because when love is spelled backwards the four letters don’t mean the same thing
And the bomb has been dropped time to move with god speed
I can’t believe the sights and sounds of my post apocalyptic speech
I miss my old earth; I miss my pennyroyal tea
I miss my girl, my sweet flower, though she’s never met me
And if there’s one thing I remember, it’s forget about feelings
Because I chased my girl for eternity, and now she’s bitten me
I’m still waiting
I’m forever waiting
Lying here in my undead state, if I had tears I know I’d cry
But my leg is stuck to this wall by chain; I count bugs to pass the time
Who lives here? What will they be? As these questions come to mind
A silhouette appears, turns off the light and leaves me behind
I miss my girl, my sweet black dove, my kitten and my swine
I’ll just lay here, I know you’ll care, and love me in due time
I’m still waiting
I’m forever waiting

There are two of us at the corner
We wait to be exposed
  Two of us, waiting
With secrets that we chose
To keep to ourselves
Within our greasy fox-like smirks
We would tell you if you ask nicely
But usually nothing works

Sub arctic creatures with tired banter
Within the white dirt holds children’s laughter
Polar by creed, the heavens are cold
Death walks slow when the Earth is on hold