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Twenty-six years, and seems like I've just begun
To understand my, my intimate is no one.
When the director sold the show, who bought it's last rites?
They cut the cast, the music, and the lights.

This is my line, this is eternal.
How did I ever end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural.
My prayers to disappear.
Absent of grace, marked as infernal.
Ungranted in dead time left me disowned.
To this nature, so unnatural.
I remain alone.

Twenty-six years end, still speaking in these tongues.
Such revelations, while understood by no one.
When the new actor stole the show, who questioned his grace?
Please clear this house of ill-acquired taste.

This is my line, this is eternal.
How did I ever end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural.
My prayers to disappear.
Absent of grace, marked as infernal.
Ungranted in dead time and left me disowned.
To this nature, so unnatural.
I remain alone.

Give me something.
Give me something.
Give me something.
Give me something.
Give me something.
Give me something real.

I lay strewn across the floor, can't solve this puzzle.
Everyday another small piece can't be found. Oh!
I lay strewn across the floor, pieced up in sorrow.
The pieces are lost, these pieces don't fit,
Pieced together I'm incomplete and empty.

This is my line, this is eternal.
How did I end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural.
My prayers to disappear.
Absent of grace, marked as infernal.
Ungranted in dead time and left me disowned.
To this nature, so unnatural.
I remain alone.

This is my line, this is eternal.
How did I end up here?
Discarnate, preternatural.
My prayers to disappear.
Absent of grace, marked as infernal.
Ungranted in dead time and left me disowned.
To this nature, so unnatural.
I remain alone.

"Spoken Word" plays.

We held hands on the last night on earth. Our mouths filled with dust, we kissed in the fields and under trees, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into the leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner." The sky had come crashing down like the news of an intimate suicide. We picked up the shards and formed them into shapes of stars that wore like an antique wedding dress. The echoes of the past broke the hearts of the unborn as the ferris wheel silently slowed to a stop. The few insects skittered away in hopes of a better pastime. I kissed you at the apex of the maelstrom and asked if you would accompany me in a quick fall, but you made me realize that my ticket wasn't good for two. I rode alone. You said, "The cinders are falling like snow." There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence. Of blue and grey. Strange, we ran down desperate streets and carved our names in the flesh of the city. The sun has stagnated somewhere along the rim of the horizon and the darkness is a mystery of curves and lines. Still, we lay under the emptiness and drifted slowly outward, and somewhere in the wilderness we found salvation scratched into the earth like a message.

"This Time Imperfect" plays.

I cannot leave here, I cannot stay.
Forever haunted, more than afraid.
Asphyxiate on words I would say.
I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue.

There are no flowers, no, not this time,
There will be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find.
I'd show a smile but I'm too weak.
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this hurts me.

(I think I'm gonna crash)

I cannot stay here, I cannot leave.
Just like all I loved, I'm make believe.
Imagined heart, I disappear.
Seems... no one will appear here and make me real.

There are no flowers, no, not this time,
There will be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find.
I'd show a smile but I'm too weak.
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this hurts me.

I'd tell you how it haunts me.
I'd tell you how it haunts me.
Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams.
I'd tell you how it haunts me.
Cuts through my day and sinks into my dreams.
You don't care that it haunts me.

Oh!

There are no flowers, no, not this time,
There will be no angels gracing the lines,
Just these stark words I find.
I'd show a smile but I'm too weak.
I'd share with you could I only speak,
Just how much this hurts me.
Just how much this hurts me.
Just how much you...