(0281) sign language in irrational time

wrecked in the morning, my car gives no warning of its slow demise.
i looked over a cloud, and i heard no sounds as you went racing by.

gone. like the person in the center of the picture frame. i was wrong.
i never made sure anybody was safe
from the desolation in the air.
all this time, i just enjoyed pretending that you cared.

brother's an asshole; i stand in the shadow of his holiness.
he reads none of the books, but he's got all the looks. they think he's perfect.

dead. that's what she told me out of nowhere that day... but i never wept.
everything must surely end, they say.
i try to tell myself i should be grateful.
but what, am i supposed to now believe in angels?

lost in my dream, i stay asleep like a fiend because it feels nice.
i dreamt of love like it was going out of style and didn't want to think twice.

fake. what you make believe is not how it is... at least not for me.
impulses only lead you to stray from happiness.
seems like i'm always looking over my shoulder.
i guess this is how you're supposed to think as you get older.

he performs using sign language in irrational time.
there are some types of beauty you'll probably never see in your life so come on. get high.

blood. taste the rainbow as it arcs from the sky. let it flood.
first one drowned in the attic is the rotten egg. shall we die? .. now or later?