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I guess it wasn't really meant to be
in a string of failed hypotheses
where freedom reigns, but fact is king
success is always waiting, waiting in the wings
I guess I always had a pending doubt
like the appendix I could live without
to hold my hand to god and to dismiss
a greater good, a greater gift, a better life to live?
so who's the scientist
if it all comes down to you
who's the scientist
with a serum for the truth
who bears the burden of proof?
who bears the burden of
the life we made?
after all, we're only sketches
carbon paintings in a cave
so who's the scientist
if it all comes down to you
who's the scientist
with a serum for the truth
who bears the burden of proof?
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it takes a village to build the nerve
falling rocks and a learning curve
when what you desire and what you deserve
have no intersection
left the womb with my skull intact
married into a cul de sac
filling the void with a nick or knack
for a lot of misdirection
what good's a rite
without sacrifice
you only live once
well, you, maybe twice
I skirt the divide of our separate lives
our separate lives
what good's a life
without sacrifice?
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Fritz, I know you had the best intentions
the road to purgatory, paved in honorable mentions
satellite sleuths at the cheap hotels
remind me of you when I can't sleep so well
in a sea of stars, luminescent subway cars
seeing that the plot of ours
never had a chance
no prescience
I can see you across foreign feilds
took my share of what the crop would yeild
the busted sandbags in the barricade
held my heart like a hand grenade
but in the urban sprawl
I thought I'd settle, maybe once and for all
I guess it was too close a call
to make any sense
no prescience
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sitting in the kitchen
your uniform is on
light is breaking past
the swinging gate
on our front lawn
as you wipe our fingerprints
from the barrel of your gun
It’s a long way down
from the Spree river, to the Rhine
I’ve lost count
everything I left behind
sitting in the garden
you were still in bed, asleep
I prayed, the lord,
my nerves to steal,
but for my soul to keep
steel against my fingertips
they barreled underneath
It’s a long way down
from the Spree river, to the Rhine
I’ve lost count
what I hoped to find
one can only expect
a certain kind of life
push until the excess
oozes down the sides
wipe it clean until
you can no longer recognize
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the soles of your shoes never made it past the station
you choose to do it to yourself
the noose is still hanging in the basement
I knew you’d stay, and say
I believe in miracles
maybe it’ll rain
it’s a crude philosophy
but maybe you’ll change
the tracks of the train, you know they never did lead nowhere
you strain to see the ticket now
the frames are slowly digging into
your face, but you wear them anyhow
only good with numbers, but you didn’t account for one
and throwing off the covers, you were surprised to see the sun
I guess the fates are broken, everyone is wrong sometimes
but why aren’t your calculations as good as mine?
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present simple tense
I'm feeling
the first signes of decay
I believe I hit the ceiling
6pm, yesterday
all the residents are depressed
they don't know what day it is
I can't make any sense of it
unrest just hangs in the air
is there anybody out there? figure it's a wash
put your hands in your pockets, go for a walk
is there anybody out there? the devil starts to talk
he says, look at the time you bought, borrowed and bartered
future perfect tense, it's over
celebrate your gains
your mediocre four leaf clover
you’re watching as the trains go by
all the evidence goes up in smoke
the papers fly all over the place
watch the train approach
step off the platform
is there anybody out there? figure it's a wash
put your hands in your pockets, go for a walk
is there anybody out there? the devil starts to talk
he says, look at the time you bought, borrowed and bartered
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Some days
It feels like I'm floating away
I change names
every time that I switch trains
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released June 21, 2013
