Before There Was Atlanta, There Was Douglasville

(This ain't my first rodeo)
Ten thousand times ten thousand,
walking and marching and running and shoving and pressing on.
Step by step, to the grave, marching on.
You have a song; unsung.
I sing a new song falling on deaf ears.
Unsung

Someday, In the Event That Mankind Actually Figures Out What it is This World Revolves Around, Thousands of People Are Going to Be Shocked and Perplexed to Find Out it Was Not Them. Sometimes This Includes Me.

I didn't know that this fuse was for the end of it all.
With a grin and a flame I watch the glory.
With my back pressed against the wall and my face six feet from the ground,
a smile escapes, because my closet holds no bones.

Dialogue With a Question Mark

Dancing around, into the aisles, and into the yard.
Yes, we are practicing for war.
Walk off stage.
Beg for your face. Beg for your fingertips.
The request and the response.
The emeralds that we all claim,
cost nothing lest we walk off stage and then bury it for all to see.
These precious diamonds.

Die Interviewer (I Am Only Speaking in German)

This world is a stage.
Broken bones, no regrets.
This world is a stage and everyone seems to have their opinion.
Stick around, stay a while.
I am choking on someone else's blood and the fingerprints of God.
So stick around and let me tell you about it because far too many don't say.

And Then, Came Then

My world be ashes, and a casket for all I want.
The apocalypse, this way comes.
So come.
Sing this song.
Repent: Kingdom
The end is here and she will not remain silent.
The Devil is in Atlanta.
City: Surrounded
Army: Surrounded
Fort: Surrounded

The Company, The Comfort, The Grave

Walk backwards and say goodbye to what is right.
Understanding what makes this, what makes it,
what makes us right.
God save this gunslinging generation.
"Tell God I will return in the morning."
This Christ you preach I know, but who are you?
Your hands are tied to blind men, whose hands are tied to blind men.
Figure Eights.
"This pistol is my ministry"

The Bullet Never Lies, and Time Will Prove All Things

"Well then, I hope that you recieve this letter.
I passed by and I saw you. Kicking about in your own blood.
Stand, form, grow, are the words I spoke.
Promises are what I gave."
Diamonds.
Beautiful queen.
How soon we all forget.
"Like mother, like daughter."
The seas of lament have found their home,
dancing around, amongst your bones.
Hello America, where is your fortune?
Grace.

Yellow Dress: Locked Knees

Making your way to the front of a crowded room.
Pointing.
Life: make mine clean, and swing wide, sweet chariot.
Perfection, done right.
¿Puedes desirme si este mundo estoy cambiando?
Esta es la realidad que tu quieres que yo viva.
Jesus yo quiero que este mundo te conosca.
Regosigate, favoresete con este humilde sirviente.
"Hey waitress, make your peace!"

If Wishes Were Horses, Then More Beggars Would Ride Them

A bullet to the sun.
Erase everything we have done.
Please, like a thief, won't you come?
Put an end to all of this fun.
I will see you in a Broadway year,
a New York second, a Wall Street minute,
a Hollywood moment.
This is it.
Why does not, this world just stop?

Goodnight My Lady, and a Forever Farewell

This horseless carriage leads me home.
My hands remain folded.
My life remains a Sunday.
Brick by brick I built this staircase.
Brick by brick I walk on.
Situated just below the ground and just above your eyes.
Throw your roses, throw your tears down.
If we don't meet (again) this side of heaven, make sure you're right.
Stutter.