Static Prismatic

The last of the summer garbage waft Tiptoe round the dudded/defunct bombs Planted like crooked teeth Weaving through the double parked There’s no use for your successful appearance Tell tall tales, leave burning questions Firebombing dioramas Umbrellas dissolving in the rain The cowardice of young love The cowardice of young love The last of the summer garbage wafts Tiptoe round the dudded/defunct bombs Planted like crooked teeth Weaving through the double parked The cowardice of young love The cowardice of young love

The blinding headlights in the rearview The rhythmic sweep of the streetlights The yellow glow of panic My fence has rotted through I slap My face To stay Alert The tarmac tributaries deliver all to dirt Begging please no more media Currency for true believers Blood for these suckers Unburdened by proof Tall Dark And frozen to the spot Where the gun went off My truth is your loss A few were on board How would we know

You wanna hear a story You want your bubble wrap You only want the world If it gets dropped in your lap There are no more secrets out there Even in the shadows Tell me, what’s the use If you come and see me Just read me the news Tails you win Heads we lose Throw the dullest words From the tallest building We can watch them shatter Upon the pavement Call it in the air Scattered syllables Easy entertainment Heads we lose Tails you win Pattern recognition of Mental somersaults Staying up until the dawn Just flipping coins Tell, me what’s the use Stay up and sell me lies Easy entertainment Tails you win Heads you lose Heads you lose Heads you lose

It's the rat-level, pitch man song of the summer The kind that breaks and it stings like a something-or-other About a girl, or a car, or subliminal mother Smell that price, man, I'm dying, man, to buy what they're selling I get the Sunday scaries every day of the week And it grinds me down when I hear the voice speak It's a ton to ignore with no way to debrief You can spin your wheels but the deeper I'll sink I got a house and a yard in the middle of nowhere I have a wife and a dog and a half-a-kid somewhere I get the Sunday scaries every day of the week And it grinds me down when I hear the voice speak Yeah the money's alright, I guess that's a relief I learned to love the bomb now the bomb loves me Oh now We have a lot to remember We have a lot to remember It's the rat-level, pitch man song of the summer The kind that breaks and it stings like a something-or-other About a girl, or a car, or subliminal mother Smell that price, man, I'm dying, man, to buy what they're selling

The shyness of the crown Resting on the heads of babes Waiting in the lobby For the next joyless vacay Search the pacific ocean For a charismatic wave It crinkles like a wrapper It sinks into a puppet stage Ready to burn both ends Ready to burn both ends The tell all in progress Dollars changing hands You oughta keep busy Or your little echoes fly away Find an able traitor Sitting on their blameless hands Make yourself more useful Bring them to the promised land Let them wreak some havoc Let them burn this fucker down Just record the proceedings Don’t turn the camera around Ready to burn both ends Ready to burn both ends The tell all in progress Dollars changing hands You oughta keep busy Or your little echoes fly away Impossibly slow And all over the road Make it make sense Ready to burn both ends Ready to burn both ends The tell all in progress Dollars changing hands You oughta keep busy Or your little echoes fly away

I I see something I like But lost My place This line It needs crossing The dots The eyes The space I I feel everything Just Beyond My skin Time is chemical Slows in the morning How do you demand more It seems uncouth Lo and behold we're all bound in our roots I I feel everything Just beyond my skin Time is chemical, slows in the morning The air feels perfect As I fill up with regret And pull my own focus From how it’s broken

The anesthesia Spreads invisibly Takes its hold Imperceptibly Disperses internally A sheer blanket Across our eyes See light through The weave The inky numbness Spreads from your head to your feet Empty waves Seeping in

I saw the flash at first light of the moon Carried the weight, most of the tune Your eyes were low and the light was blue And that was the worst the worst part of you Ain’t it the worst Ain’t it the worst When they find the time To empty our minds Onto the floor Sift through the mess Just to decide What they sell us next Ain’t it the worst Another light that I shouldn’t light The glare of the sun, you're lit from behind You look at me but all I see is grey They took your face And they gave it away Ain’t it the worst Ain’t it the worst When they find the time To pour out our minds Onto the floor Sift through the mess Just to decide What they sell us next Ain't it the worst

Before our time they boarded up the windows of the factories In the towns and cities Yeah the towns and cities Had to choose a different form of industry Culture or Penitentiary Dip the buildings in alabaster Express yourself in fine, sponsored spray paint Or invest in orange jumpsuits and razor wiring You beg for the discount An effortless let down You beg for the discount Effortless let down In the spirit of debate let's hear out the dudes who lie to our faces Just for arguments sake In the spirit of debate let's hear out the dudes who lie to our faces Just for arguments sake They spit in our coffee and told us it's sugar Fooled us around again and again on television They physically ate the contents of a southern ballot box And whittled a cross for his pet rats in pointed hats to burn in your bedroom Oh yeah all sides are legitimate Yes the trickster needs a place And the table's got space Just in case And here we are in a parking lot And the trickster needs a place Yeah the table's got space Just in case we deserve the pain It's 3 in the goddamn a m And there's a flaming hole in the pavement I know it's a Denny's parking lot But there are four riders outside And I know no one rides horses anymore It's 3 in the goddamn a m And there's a flaming hole in the pavement I know it's a Denny's parking lot But there are four riders outside And I know no one rides horses anymore

Constant motion Appears frozen When shadows are longest The light tears open Your belly’s warm Your heart is full Your cards unturned Watch the stain spread From fiber to fiber Equilibrium As cruel as fire Our bellies warm Our hearts are full Our cards unturned Looking out beyond the bridge But seeing orange fog All the sunsets unburned Falling out beyond the rocks Our bellies warm Our hearts are full Our cards unturned All the sunsets unburned All the sunsets unburned All the sunsets unburned All the sunsets unburned All the sunsets unburned

You’re turning round–like circular–now And it’s more than you were allowed You get back back back 'til you’re small You get home right back through that wall You bring your hand up flat to your nose You say you can’t take this anymore Of the smallest things to ignore, I’m yours. Metro shadowboxing Empty and eating space Blink or you might miss the lightning Right when All is turning grey Enough stone to turn a glass house to sand Enough stone to turn this glass house to sand You’re turning round–like circular–now And it’s more than you were allowed You get back back back 'til you’re small You get home right back through that wall You bring your hand up flat to your nose You say you can’t take this anymore Of the smallest things to ignore, I’m yours.

Baby wait for me There's the cage out there With our names above the door Do you see the marks? The bars have been re-done You can barely see they'd been cut Just don't think about it Baby wait for me I see the lock and key In the dust out front Should we go inside? We'd make a comfy bed And we'd watch a movie Just don't think about it We'd close the door behind us The door behind us We just won't think about it Close the door behind us Close the door behind us We could lock it all outside Baby wait for me What show did you choose?