[00:32.47]Nothing makes my heart so wild as being
[00:35.24]In possession of a potent night
[00:38.57]Racing down the stairs in a nude descension
[00:41.50]Shedding and discarding my hide
[00:43.56]But the bold strokes crack so quickly
[00:46.19]And it's often that I wonder why
[00:49.71]Dripping at the slow-motion rate of surrender
[00:52.55]Hanging to my bones as they dry
[00:54.60]How can I want something more than a new hell in which to fry
[01:00.10]When I see in mostly black and white?
[01:11.03]There's a sinful sort of side of being
[01:13.84]So contained, a bit like being lost
[01:17.14]Stumbling through the background like a small town loner
[01:20.05]Quietly a-whisperin' my thoughts into my cupped hands
[01:24.17]Folded and monk-like, at least that's what I've always said
[01:28.35]How does writing letters from the lonely margins feel
[01:31.07]When there is no hair on my head?
[01:33.18]Is the solitude I seek a trap where I've been blindly led?
[01:38.75]Tell me, where then do I go instead?
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[02:17.16]When atonement comes in distant waves
[02:19.85]I might wait until the next to break
[02:23.25]Choking through forgiveness at a sunfly prompter
[02:26.13]Staring through the back of my face
[02:28.11]Its a vulgar, hidden part of being tethered to the world right now;
[02:34.21]Spending all my dollars to remain a member
[02:37.00]Nothing in my eyes but a scowl
[02:39.01]Do I bother to define myself beyond what they allow?
[02:44.54]Have I already forgotten how?