Movement 1

I still don’t feel free. Drove this car towards a clearer street.

We all sing lost and endlessly.*

I still don’t feel free. Drove this car towards a cleaner beach.

We all sing lost and endlessly.

I still don’t feel free. Looking for a meadow with a greener green.
Crucified on broken knees. Suffocated under bleeding leaves.

I wanted her to hold me. I wanted her arms around me.

She said:
Your skin is the color of a dead whale lying fucked on the beach.^
Your bones are a dried up waterfall.
Your hair is dying and withered grass.
Your bones are a dried up waterfall.

I still don’t feel relieved. Set this course away from filthy streets.

We all sing lost and endlessly.

I still don’t feel free. Split the night on wounded knees.

We all sing lost and endlessly.

Did you stay up all night, haunted by a dream of a plastic sea and endless fields of power lines?

Yeah! And billions of plastic bags suffocated deer and made lines in the sand like a cry for help.

Did you scream and squirm? Did you tear off them ones and zeros from your itching crawling skin like a plastic coat?

Yeah! It hurt real bad. My skin came off like cellophane and revealed thousands of flash drives wriggling below.

Did the wind tear the roofs off all our pretty homes, where the weather reporters caught you jacking off?

Yeah! They put it on TV. Everybody saw the dirty things I had done. They wouldn't let me to go to my junior prom.

Did you stay up all night, haunted by a dream of a plastic sea and endless fields of power lines?

Yeah. They spelled out in binary: the walls around your pretty homes won't keep you safe from burning notes.


Movement 2

I never thought this could happen to me.

God I hate the end.
She was my friend.
Lily hands again and now I just pretend.

And I feel like I’ll never feel again.
And be a weed outside instead
She smiles softly in my stead
I say goodbye and go back to bed.

I never thought this could happen to me
Everything always seemed to be laid out so simply
I never thought this could happen to me
I never thought this could happen to me

I never thought this could happen to me
Everything always seemed to be laid out so simply
I never thought this could happen to me
I never thought this could happen to me

God I hate the end.
She was my friend.
Lily hands again and now I just pretend.

And I feel like I’ll never feel again.
And be a weed outside instead
She smiles softly in my stead
I say goodbye and go back to bed.

God, I hate the end.
She was my friend.

* = TSMZ Pslam 99
^ = 'Uncle Charlie' from Widow City