"Joliet," she says, "Is the darkest part of a man". It's angry and slick into her letters writes. Through herself each time, she thinks of him. Trips her way down south into mystery's mouth.
Hey man, you're so complicated and mean. Maybe your system needs adjustment. She is a famous people collector. I'm juggling J O B, The Judger. . Maybe the words don't mean a thing.
My good looks won't save my kids. From their dad's predicament. They won't see my face like this. See my face as a shadow. . I could be wrong. Or I could be strong.
Do you think that people get tired of themselves?. Is that why the T.V.s on all the time?. It dont take much to get it right back on track. But it wont fall from the sky right into your lap.
What your mother say?. Never listen to me?. I know you want back in. You don't get it for free. . Did you better read the book. And hear what they say.
Yeah you in your mother's new shoes. Bet you like them as much as her blues. Don't tell anyone but I plan to move. The first time you look away. . Tell me the new apron strings.
So you're sticky and you're young. And your head is like a sponge. You go to keep yourself. Keep you from becoming one. . Get up off of your knees. . You feel a tick in your stomach.
It's not the clothes that she borrows. Just call me out 'cause you know I'll follow. Back through the backdoor into June. Luck will sleep the October June.
I've got a tricked-out receiver. And I think it's built to win. I've got one chance to receive her voice. Translucent, delicate. . Breakdown, breakout, Eleanor.
It will take a fancy store. For mom and dad. To forget what they never had. . It will only take one moment. To make her believe. She's something worth trying on.
She calls me Goliath and I wear the David mask. I guess the stones are coming too fast for her now. You know I'd like to believe this nervousness will pass.
Every thing's a blessing in disguise. You wear yours, I'll wear mine. Every thing's a blessing in disguise. Falling to rise, the vanishing me is aching to be.
If you look into a distant corner of our galaxy you will see a halo of light. A brilliant ring of fire. And inside this halo of light a star is being born.
This is smothering, when nothing changes for sure, anymore. Now Im almost gone. I am suffering now I feel Ive gone too far. falling apart and I am lost.
Just like desire. Won't disappear. With everything behind you. There's no more tears. And now the daylight's ending. We'll surely make it clear. Just like the hand.
Now stand atop your soapbox. And just tell us what we want to hear. And talk in circles. Until the words become unclear. We can afford to be hypnotised by design.
Is there a reason to be alive?. It's just another reason to fucking lie. Where is the answer now? where is the sign?. Because we cannot take this anymore.
Scorned, hated, fighting the urge. No more. I've given my pound of flesh. At least I have a purpose. It's putting you to rest. No, it's just the beginning.
It starts here. Cold, empty, completely quiet. No signs of life. Nothing can exist where we are. In between two points of light. A vacuum of empty space.
Come down. To the depths of abnormality. Losing your sense of self worth. Faced with poverty or sensible assimilation. You feel so inert. . Taking back.