Creeping up a wall of glass, I’m entirely made of sand. Lurching up. Feeding back. What the canyon wants the canyon gets. This canyon craves an apology and a pound of flesh. I thought I felt. I thought I saw. I thought I knew. So much chatter. Let there be shade. Un-illuminate. Nothing will change if you don’t lead with your shadow. Let there be shade. Un-illuminate. Exhale the plague. Cloud your vision. An unpainted corner, my kingdom come. Silence tells me I can’t escape it. Now we write our names on the moon in blood. I have set us back twenty centuries. All the letters sent with no address. Is he talking to or talking down to me? They’ll kill us if they have the chance. I hear their conversations. They’d kill us if they had the chance. I’ll be the first to take it. I still feel like someone is watching, though I’m not sure if that someone is listening. It don’t matter much to my suffering because I know for a fact no one’s answering. Let there be shade. Un-illuminate. Nothing will change if you don’t lead with your shadow. I was on the shoulders of leviathans but I couldn’t see through the fog of anger. I failed myself like I did before. My work is lost. All my reckoning. Back to sin. Back to shame. Back into the quicksand. Guarding an empty house. I have lost everything I had found. Sorrow will overcome.
Every Time I Die is a loud rock institution committed to leaving every nuanced outpouring of chaotic passion and blissful malcontent all over their records …