Joshua Edwards - Phrensy lyrics

The new market is being built here, atop the old one. Salvage is a major player. It never stops. I want to give the past away but I need more time to diagram a story of someone convicted after being caught by the same fear that they first locked up. It is an architectural fable that begins with a thousand sleepers together waking early to make the morning news, and ends in poverty. There was no reprobation to dictate that sort of beauty before now, just a single object, lonely as an epigraph. It fills the space something disappeared from, to prove the nature of its disappearance. The object has been stole, wagered, loaned, bought, traded, and given away as a wedding present. Now the horizon destroys itself as I replicate a fist again and again and again in the palm of my hand.