Tightrope

Pour ink on the acrylic glass
See what our date dries into, fast
A monotype of layered ghosts
And checkered pasts
Layered ghosts, checkered pasts

Percussive goodbyes and then...
Fatal sublime and when?

Oh the lines the gods keep spitting
In your ear
While I try to set the tightrope
And balance here
But I want too much
So I'm losing footing

I know the mind is not a luxury
Because you have a perfect memory
And that's become your worst
Disease, your worst disease
At least I'm lucky mine's murky
Enough that I forget those times
When I become oh god have I
Become the Evil One?
Have I become the Evil One?
Oh god have I become the
Evil One now that it's done?

So what do you want
All you lonely demons?
Open my throat and walk on in
I wanna feel the saccharine
Numb
I hate to admit it but I want
That world of sugar on my
I hate to admit it but I want
The world of sugar
Deep beneath my...

The tightrope's ready
But we're unstable
The tightrope's ready
But our language is
Dismantled

Now all that's left of you
Is this lamp's dim flicker
And I guess all the haunted
Objects in this room
And all the weird energy
Circling our country
Meanwhile I let my silence
I let my silence
Bloom
Bloom
I let my silence bloom
Into a fire of ink-filled wounds
Ink-filled wounds

So what do you want
All you lonely demons?
Open my throat
And walk on in
I wanna feel the saccharine numb
I want that world of sugar
On my tongue
I wanna feel the saccharine numb
I want that world of sugar
That world of sugar

Are there only extremes
With us
Are there only extremes
Are there only extremes

So lonely demons
What can I say?
Come on in
And let's play...