Take what’s left, Spin it upside down, Captured in a moment That you don’t have now You don’t have now You don’t have now And follow me to the sun Take what’s left, Spin it in the air, Living for a reason They don’t have here They don’t have here They don’t have here And follow me to the sea. If it floats high above, Orbiting the sun If it takes all its time, Burning all its lies If it gives everything, Whatever’s left is mine You just wait You just wait You just wait You just wait.

You’re in the watchtower at the back of my mind, And I’m stuck doing time Airplane shadows in the sunshine, Crash into mine Yesterday’s sorrows aren’t worth a dime, We’ve left them behind But you’re in the watchtower at the back of my mind And I’m stuck doing time And everyone is dying to meet you Everyone is dying to meet you Everyone is dying to meet you Everyone is dying to meet you Sucking out poison is part of the charm With you in my arms Getting so angry don’t know where to start, Shots in the dark Feeling so tired but I can’t seem to sleep, Life on repeat But sucking out poison is part of the charm With you in my arms And everyone is dying to meet you Everyone is dying to meet you Everyone is dying to meet you Everyone is dying to meet you But you’re in the watchtower at the back of my mind, And I’m stuck doing time Airplane shadows in the sunshine, Crash into mine Yesterday’s sorrows aren’t worth a dime, We’ve left them behind But you’re in the watchtower at the back of my mind And I’m stuck doing time And everyone is dying to meet you Everyone is dying to meet you Everyone is dying to meet you Everyone is dying to meet you

Burning ships are piled to the sky as A dead breeze carries our words like knives To the centre of a concrete gate, Littered with the ruins of our failed escapes. “Easily the strongest of us all” Spoke the wearer of the mask to the concrete wall. There’s never been an easy path, Even as the sand shapes the hourglass, Even if the first really do come last; Lord knows the sun is burning fast. Are you afraid of the big bad wolf Standing naked in the rain at the edge of the wood? At the centre of a pitch black mine; Only in your heart are you doing time, Gotta use your claws if you’re gonna climb, Sign away your life on a deadline. Honey I told you there’d be days like this, I know it’s hard getting over it. Throw those dreams in a wishing well And I promise I’ll never tell Honey I told you there’d be days like this, I know it’s hard getting over it. Throw those dreams in a wishing well And I promise I’ll never tell Honey I told you there’d be days like this, I know it’s hard getting over it. Throw those dreams in a wishing well And I promise I’ll never tell

J'ai l'orgasme dans l'âme et le corps qui patiente Où dansent les bassesses silencieuses Mais j'ai les ailes trop courtes pour mourir Et je la voix Ma tête rouge Attendre dans l'assiette du philosophe Alors laisse la virgule reprendre son souffle Et garde mon nom pour la prochaine éclipse

Tell me creature in the night Is the child made of clay? Does he whisper out of sight In the coming new age? All who hear him are destroyed, All connections torn away, Coded signals in the dark Making Jack of Dried Clay. As he wipes away the dust, As he sinks into decay, As an engine made to rust Takes the final man away. Well alright, alright, alright You’ve noticed, by now, You’ve noticed we’re just going around and around You’ve noticed, we’re just going around and around, You’ve noticed. Tell me what I oughta say, Spitting diamonds in the dirt Carefully disposing of Every creature formed of hurt When she calls is it a ghost With a heart like a gun Tied backwards to the earth Spinning deathly round the sun? Make the most of what you are Just before your final spark Just beyond your final thought Silent whispers in the dark Well alright, alright, alright You’ve noticed, by now, You’ve noticed we’re just going around and around You’ve noticed, we’re just going around and around, You’ve noticed, yeah Tell me is this what you say, That the earth has shot it’s lungs If destruction is your name And the final chord is strung If the final war is won If we’ve reached our final day If the child in your heart Turns to Jack of Dried Clay Well alright, alright, alright You’ve noticed, by now, You’ve noticed we’re just going around and around You’ve noticed, we’re just going around and around, You’ve noticed, we're just going around.

I’m picturing a record spinning It’s kinda hard to tell which one of us is winning, now But if you break my heart I’ll know that it’s you You say if it breaks your heart You know that it’s true Love True love True love True love True love True love True love And clear as crystal, and bright as the sun If all the world is captured, if all the wars are won; What good is it now? I told you but you seem to forget it I was waiting but you left already Well if I take my time would you say it’s too late? If we hurry along, whose the mistake? Well if you break my heart, I’ll know that it’s you You say if it breaks your heart You know that it’s true Love True love True love True love True love True love True love And clear as crystal, and bright as the sun If all the world is captured, if all the wars are won; What good is it now? No more grey skies, true love is in her eyes I see shining back again like no other, no other No more grey skies, true love is in her eyes I see shining back again like no other, no other No more grey skies, true love is in her eyes I see shining back again like no other, no other No more grey skies, true love is in her eyes I see shining back again like no other, no other

My past is growing and future’s getting smaller I’m running faster but the world’s getting farther I never thought I’d make it this old without a moment of rest Still searching for death, and I’ve been doing my best. My past is numbered and I keep it in line I drink it backwards with a tall glass of wine I tell the new girl she didn’t mean that much to me, anyways Still living that daze, but hey ain’t it the craze? I’ll never tell my friends exactly how I feel They’ve never understood and I know they never will We’re all alone in there, dancing in our own little rooms I drink a gallon to swoon So I can howl at the moon Swim along the lagoon Sing my own little tune What the fuck am I doing? The past is over and the future’s never here, The present's waiting for my head to get clear Sometimes I see it and you know I gotta smile, it’s true She’s always good to you She always good to you She always good to you She always good to you She aways good to you

There is a voice in my head concerned with the fate of the world. The children of grey skies are mounted high above the clouds in ricochet-mountaineer-getups awaiting the fall of the world. I am one of these children. We can see for miles and miles, the plains of the great devoured lakes stretch far beyond the eyes of narrow-sighters. Into the depths of emotion one stifles the forges of creation, endeavouring the resuscitate the lost are of living. Murderous crows perched perplexingly on great sheets of ice, the scattered remnants of distorted oblivion. My courage to break free from death is witnessed only by the silent winds of the North, whose voices echo the fate of the world. The void began a million parsecs from the edge of the infinitum, a great microbe spoke of the ensuing destruction to his fellow Microbians, “Behold, the edge of nowhere is approaching, the last days of life will crumble in the fall of the world. Death is the bringer of nothingness, the nothing that will become the world”. When the void spread and encompassed the entirety of the earth, the shells of Man were shed. A relieving of physical attribu-tation let rise the sky-beings of now. The cloud fortresses hold strong the remaining energy forms of the human race. We scatter our dead like fallen leaves as the inversion of life has made break the natural order of transients. We now move from ethereal to solid, and the dead fall towards the earth, towards the nothingness below. What say you of the Gods above? What say you of these beings almighty who neglect, who foster not our care, who nurture not our wounded, our broken men? I speak on behalf of no one and no one speaks on behalf of me. I take part in games, no races, no times, no places, no if’s but’s comma’s spaces writing literealis statickanesous: the philosophical diseasus. I take part in no arrows or bows, or teardrops or rainclouds. I take part in no earth, air, fire or despair. My children number in the infinitum for I claim to borders, I claim no un-allegiance. I am a being of no being, I am product of the void, I am a product of evolution, I am the result of the Great Change, I am the invisible man. Many years ago the earth was a very different place, indeed. The trucks moved like trucks, the cars like cars, the planes like planes, and the people walked and stepped across the concrete jumbles to extricate their time in ways fit for an insect, a swine. Many years ago the tubes ran in circles and the currents held the hopes of electrical impulse men forgetting themselves on their way to school and work and bars and social events, and forgetting along the way that the tubes ran in circles and that they were truly getting nowhere. The nowhere proceeded the nothingness, it laid the groundwork for the Void. The men and women and children went into their no-spaces to learn of nothing and speak of nothing to each other. The nothingness in their voices, in their minds, laid the ground work for the Void. The basketball players and football players and baseball players fought fervently in futility for a meaninglessness which could only have taken meaning in a world without, and so also laid the groundwork for the ensuing Void. I was young then, perhaps I was already dead then see, death was life and you could hear it on the radio, on the television, in the comedy and paltry of the times. You see, Nothing sold very well, Nothing was the rage, nothing was trending without ending, and it laid the groundwork for the Void. In most children there is too much Something, ones job was to make that Something into Nothing, and the tubes which ran trains, and the trains which ran people, and the people which ran corporations, and the corporations which ran electrical currents all helped in fostering the proper development of the Something child into the Nothing child. It was very important to become Nothing as soon as possible; Nothing was celebrated, Nothing made sense. And Nothing could have predicted the Great Change, the emergence of a strange temporal anomaly; an infinitum of un-being. First beknownst to the Microbes, first beknownst to the wolves and sheep, lastly to the shepherds, to leader ones; self- appointed, mad, broken things. There was supposed to be a lot to this but at some point you just have to stop. 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