Fate does not intervene anymore.

I saw her study my palm, carefully
Ragged hands mirror edge ,asphalt
Gruff touch, uneven peaks

They thought I was a good man
She fought for a facade, not real butter
As easily fed though not tough as pigskin
Forged links coarsed beyond theft

Summer burned faster, I swear
We always knew; how it ends
A giggle that sets a rusty bell mute
The cannibal heart is under siege
Fate does not intervene anymore.

As sure as I stand in two feet doll
I do believe in time travel, the original sin
Are you aware you fool me your smile?
The street performers do the trick too
De-ja-vu, spoke softly blind, pause

For once we agree and it is sad
She felt it too and it breaks me
Wish I could kill Tonight
Join my betters in prayer
And the rest be bent in a cell

For the ordinary type a feast
Their existance is already hell

Time will play a part soon, d-accord?

Scales forsaken, cemetery stalking
Brave pants caught on fire
Put down a contrary lane of thought
A ghost held by a lassu I recognize
A doormat ever so gentle in welcoming
I blush, out of air and despair the surge
Words to live by engraved in fur
A recollection of sin left at the gates

Girl it does not translate, I swear
I might be dumb, can't read the atmosphere
Yes I hear you rearraging my ripcage
Barbwire dancing with my tongue
And we could tango but I am afraid
I would, perhaps, fall short of the task
And be unable to give way, love.

The clothes scatter, ammo to my defeat
To capture her wings and arrest her breath
To have her sing solely for me
I would master the art of silence
Cooperate with intent, playful mandman
Ah-oh-ohhh desperation incense to my conundrum
Are these butterflies fairies in disguise?
What did we even talked about..
Her lips quiver and sharks stroke battle
My spine shiver, the void calls
And I am always listening.

I'll imagine that was not what I wanted to hear.

That word rang sleptalking
Peaked my falling insecurities
Escaped out of my waking hour
Locked my airways, no longer sound
Breath sounded less safe, the great escape
It meant 'nothing' to me.

And on the third bell I wake up
Does not add up towards a breakup
Maybe on the other side of the hemisphere
The right time frame where I should be
Overclocking what I want to see
Be owned by televised scenarios
Blue stained, purple taint in my eye routine
Things were better in America
Dreams felt smoother over crack-cocaine
Romancing the charade of dancing in the streets
Immersed heavy rain eyeing a dream
Ticklish blur ticks rub off wrong.

One I apply over dreafully bummed eyes
Soggy, it's complicated, over remembrance
I broke yet another promise, got edged under
shattered along the tracks, I would make up
Guess it was not just a phase, now I see silhouettes
Before I saw faces, right where I wish I could be
Memories stringed tight anyway.
I could had stayed in touch
I chose to disappear..

I lack clarity, the sunshine doesn't provide
Do I miss them or is it still all about me?
Do I feel that much better now?

It does take effort to drown oneself
On the aftermath of an accident
Overthinking instinct, gone either way
Right back to the apathy.

Oded over a compass of wine and cheap hookers.

At pointblank the pores ooze of bleach
Seedy coke bought over sordid abstain
Do not get confused, a blue lacy is a dog
I merely get labeled a whimp, sorted.
Shredded instruments too can recover
That resemblance of borrowed time.

Nocturnal gails lyric makeshift pull
I make by-a-bye a collected tune
Laughable that my dollface is the product
of a trapped nerve, can't feel my face
Solid gold for the sting, was it worth
the cost timid, obscure so and so foretold.

I ain't no saint and a half-bad listener
To boot, the girl sat at the limbo steps
a dark whisperer to crystal balls
Oded over a compass of wine and cheap hookers
Pray tell girl how can that be a curse?

Nutty pretenses, should'a said no
A manequim strapless, devout
I apreciated the silence
and little else.

find's a new keeper lodged at your disposal
swift, immenent and fully deserved
a bullet sits at our nest, lukewarm satisfaction

I called shotgun.

The grandeur of a finale sits at bay
The mine lost the trust of the crowd
and popped the ballon, check it.
No laughter, no clamour, out of sink
Elemental pop, sounds good.
A wave of arms, the quiet dawn
Aftermath of abandon, a ghost that left
Once a vampire stroke by moonlight
bravely met the sun's reflection and burned
over the grace of science, broken tempo
Stopwatch held heart, more drugs to fuel
The rage, the measures to which no avail
Can be forgiven.