Secret Meat

There were moments of dreams I was offered to save
I lived less like a workhorse, more like a slave
I thought that one quick moment that was noble or brave
Would be worth the most of my life.

So I pointed my fingers, and shouted a few quotes I knew
As if something that's written should be taken as true
But every path I have taken and conclusion I drew
Would put truth back under the knife.

And now the only piece of advice that continues to help:
Is anyone that's making anything new only breaks something else.

So I took what I wanted and put it out of my reach
I wanted to pay for my successes with all my defeats,
And if heaven was all that was promised to me
Why don't I pray for death?

And now it seems like the unraveling has started too soon,
Now I'm sleeping in hallways and I'm drinking perfume
And I'm speaking to mirrors and I'm howling at moons
While the worse and the worse that it gets.

Oh you can judge all the world on the sparkle that you think it lacks.
Yes you can stare into the abyss, but it's staring right back.


Dawes,
When My Time Comes


If You Let Me Be Your Anchor
Take Me out of the City