(0278) visionary sellouts
distant in your pretense, beautiful, meet me in a blue sky. for that, i've got nothing but my time to waste. september leaves me in a starry-eyed dream place - hypnosis where your eyes can't help but come undone. adjust the sequencing of my frequency for the immediate response of silence and disinterest, but thanks to a friend, i can't forget the second law. sometimes, i like to pretend things are just the way they seem.
innocent was always just a vivid summer day in the early '90s chicago of my youth. a million sounds carry me far away until i feel lost, but it doesn't matter as long as it's the truth. i'll only go to sleep when the time is right to. there are no shades of gray inside my head. the only surfaces i never seem to stick to are dissolving quickly in my sense of dread.
forget everything you've ever learned and start holding on to the things you love and need. undress your secret in the back of this vague institution and cut your time signature for more melody. we're visionary sellouts, and we're free for the taking. we might be faking, but you'll never tell either way. gone away are my fast creative reflexes. here to stay are doubts that serve to lead me astray.
money is tight, and we'll probably have a few more seizures. let's try to break even on this false perception. fate is not concerned with financial obligation. please speak up because i have faulty reception. identity mistaken for what was never even offered. confusion might as well just be my wife. my art will never distinguish between what's real and what's obsession. always remember to use a gun if you can't find a knife.
what was hungry is now starved to death. what was winded is now out of breath.
static electricity has brought us this far, but i wouldn't count on any more shooting stars.
innocent was always just a vivid summer day in the early '90s chicago of my youth. a million sounds carry me far away until i feel lost, but it doesn't matter as long as it's the truth. i'll only go to sleep when the time is right to. there are no shades of gray inside my head. the only surfaces i never seem to stick to are dissolving quickly in my sense of dread.
forget everything you've ever learned and start holding on to the things you love and need. undress your secret in the back of this vague institution and cut your time signature for more melody. we're visionary sellouts, and we're free for the taking. we might be faking, but you'll never tell either way. gone away are my fast creative reflexes. here to stay are doubts that serve to lead me astray.
money is tight, and we'll probably have a few more seizures. let's try to break even on this false perception. fate is not concerned with financial obligation. please speak up because i have faulty reception. identity mistaken for what was never even offered. confusion might as well just be my wife. my art will never distinguish between what's real and what's obsession. always remember to use a gun if you can't find a knife.
what was hungry is now starved to death. what was winded is now out of breath.
static electricity has brought us this far, but i wouldn't count on any more shooting stars.
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