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lyrics
[ PART I: NORTH TX STORY ]
no memory of this place.
i washed the smell from me
a million years ago
while you were stuck asleep,
and I pray for traffic
blocking every eastbound lane.
any good excuse
to turn at the next light,
home the way i came.
oh, violent thought, a violent thought,
all hawk, no dove.
get in the car, try not to talk,
what are you dreaming of?
of dallas or the void?
oh, idiot saint, an idiot saint
where have you been?
in a terrible love, a terrible hole
something you've fallen in?
and spin and spin.
i've been hanging your name
off the tip of my tongue all this month.
oh, it weighs me down
but i can't shake it off, shake it off.
tell me what it's all about,
what the trouble, the trouble is for?
trouble follows you.
you let trouble in through the front door.
impossible earth, impossible sky,
your tired mind chopping you up,
always at odds.
is this your point of pride?
is this your grand design,
your grand design?
[ PART II: "WHAT WOULD HAPPEN THEN?" ]
i haven't spoken much in weeks.
my name is "The Ascetic," and
i'm breaking down, eroding,
always on the mend.
never speak again
because anything we ever, ever said
was calculated, modified, and measured to an end.
i was never taught, at least,
no product of my thought completes
a sentiment sincere enough to defend.
don't you see a gap between
our actions and intent?
we could stitch it up,
but what would happen then?
what would happen then?
what would happen then?
[ PART III: THE NEW MUNDANITY ]
what's with that look?
I will not eat and i will not breathe
it picks you clean
i'll circle the block, i'm staying awake
won't let it get to me
suspended on the breeze
it's the new mundanity
what's with that look?
what's with that look you're giving me?
are you scared i could be
rid of you in a week, a day?
i'd let you down.
just to get ahead I'd cut you
loose, rip you out,
breaking terror, open water,
force entropic,
i don't want it, i don't want it.
feel all your bones
crushing in the atmospheric
change, empty shells,
panic building in the wires.
i'd save myself,
walk off without a scratch. i'm a
complicit mess.
ever selfish, The Ascetic!
it isn't me, it isn't me
i think about it but i swear
to god it isn't me, it
isn't me, it isn't me, it's not -
(there isn't any cadence at the end of this
thing because that would defeat the point.
not to imply that i've been talking about a great deal,
not to imply that i've gotten anywhere, but...)
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