(Time)
I don't what's worse hearing the lies or discovering them first
I guess I need to get a life, but I've already had a birth
He said he needed to find himself, but he didn't know where to search
He said he needed more space, she gave him the whole universe
No one talks anymore, we send texts like androids
Our mothers are computers, next to a confused Freud
Same city, different mind states
Divorce numbers higher than the drug and crime rates
Digging a tunnel of carpal in the veins of my wrist
I take a gigabyte of my sandwich every day is the same as this
Work, work, eat, sometimes sleep
I need to reboot my hard drive cause every morning repeats
(Jason Horodyski)
We walk the spiral straight
And paint another face
As Drella lies in wait
For the bullet in the brain...
(Time)
These summer nights are the same, the crickets sound the same
The alarm clocks a banshee but I only got my job to blame
I'm scuba diving through coffee trying to drown the sandman
My life used to be a jalopy now it's a broken down Trans-Am
I packed the bags under my retinas and started walking east
Hitchhiking and hopping trains, but I was filled with peace
There's microchips in the deer, these buildings are epitaphs
My money's a broken boomerang, I can't find where I left it at
I'm finally free, ground is my carpet, stars are my roof
My jobs a drowned paper doll, I'm living off the trees and the fruit
The sun loses the battle and collapses in the west
I wake up from my sleep and I'm chained to my desk
(Jason Horodyski)
We walk the spiral straight
And paint another face
As Drella lies in wait
For the bullet in the brain...
(Jason Horodyski)
The fermata soaked pavement hums in the dusk
Piercing the white noise and the radio dust
Her fists scrape the sidewalk
She's tearing through duck cloth
Conducting the street light
Now dancing with gray moths
Under moonlight she signs prose
He's sleeping in his work clothes
As the office computer dreams...
Of birds perched on street poles
Like notes drenched in Morse code
A second life sheltered from sunlight...
In moments of time like tears in rain
Where replicants tweet and tumblr's exchange...
A culture in pixel's, dead on arrival
Animate corpses, bedlam, survival....
(Jason Horodyski)
We walk the spiral straight
And paint another face
As Drella lies in wait
For the bullet in the brain...