If I had been born one day earlier would I be more independent or just as offbeat? That sort of thing matters to those of us who seek identity to feel complete Or maybe we just think it's neat And I can't stop thinking how all this is ending, how we know that they know it's ending real soon Been too many seasons since we jumped the shark, a finale is well overdue And this show's not getting renewed So I went to take a picture of the things I don't wanna lose But the sky was a color I couldn't break down into reds, greens, and blues I hereby relinquish attachment to what people think of the things that I say or the way that I dress It's all silhouetted up on the cave wall by the fire that burns in my chest It all looks the same more or less It's hard to feel good in a world that would rather you vanish completely or slip down the drain So to make it make sense you let self sabotage rationale dig its hooks in your brain And never let slip you're in pain But the thin attractive twenty-somethings can't connect the clues So I'll swallow my hate and I'll make something great out of reds, greens, and blues There's a line between reading the room and divination There's a line between biting your head off and honest self evaluation There's a line between do what you can and do what you must But what can I say I was born on the cusp So I will build castles the size of my fears out of sharpies and post-it note, candles and flame And in script that makes prominent use of a crucifix write out each one of their names Sent up to their heavenly claim All of our lives and our hopes and our failures are one little pixel on some great big screen And we all do our part to make sure that it shines the right color in every new scene A beautiful well oiled machine It's an awful lot of pressure but what else is there to do? Doesn't have to feel right, and I still dream at night of those reds, greens, and blues

You know I always had trouble putting trust in you Call it a hunch I call it intuition I guess it helps the betrayal make more sense to me Cuz this don't vibe with my pattern recognition But you know all the secrets To that cup and ball trick It's not maleficium You're just being a dick So I'm gonna ask you not to drag me down to your level But I know you don't need proof that I work with the devil Cuz you're a Witchfinder, a bit kinder than you were yesterday I know, but I'm getting burned anyway So now the villagers all come out to watch me go Hard to feel abandoned with everyone around Oh throw me into the water bitch I know I'll float But you might like it better if I drown See I saw this part coming It's something like fate You can try to crush me All I want is more weight But I'm gonna ask you not to drag me out to the gallows But I know you don't need proof that I work in the shadows Cuz you're a Witchfinder, a bit kinder than you were yesterday I know, I know So I'm gonna ask you not to drag me down to your level But I know you don't need proof that I work with the devil Baby you're a Witchfinder, a bit kinder than you were yesterday I know, but I'm getting burned anyway Evan Diem: Huh hahaha okay you got me You found the witch, what'll you do right now? You think you got the guts to take mine out? And if you do, oooh boy, fuck around and find out I will listen from the next plane to hear your babies cry out With dry mouth, the wells have all dried up My bad, guess you should've thought of that when I was tied up On fire, just like your crops is. Oh you got us? Okay now your fields are all just bugs and crop dust Yo Shut up, fuck you and your pitch fork, bitch more I give you a 2/10, and none of your kids will hit four. Put a pitch to me? I'm bout to clean up like I hit fourth Grab a stick and start switch-hitting, bitch, this war I got more curses than a Lasorda torment Imma send a torrent of leeches on your seeds and into your bed It gets morbid. I curse you to get a paper cut On your tongue when you lick the letters to send home you've been saving up I'm not even the crazy one, there's more witches like me But baby, umm, you might wanna take this warning not to fight me Cuz none of you know what's coming from the dimensions that we hold out They won't need airholes in the casket to let your soul out. I will curse the fuck out of you. Cold.

CBD gummy worms were melting in the glove box The bluetooth speaker buzzed menacingly The outer stations were abandoned and primed for detox It's just you and me And I'm an empty stomach cigarette my darlin' I'll get inside your guts and burn right through The window's gonna shatter any minute And there's not a damn thing anyone can do Goin' out when you can and staying in on most nights Gotta do something 'bout the ringing in your ears Listening to podcasts to remember what people sound like The coast is clear And I'm a parasitic fungus darlin' I'll get inside your head and take the wheel The window's gonna shatter any minute And there's not a damn thing anyone should feel I'm a coping mechanism Sorry if I ruined your plans And if you need me to take you home I'll understand For I am an invasive species darlin' And we look pretty fuckin dumb tonight The window's gonna shatter any minute And maybe all of this will be alright

If I were born in the thirties I woulda been lobotomized But I guess I wouldn't mind If it meant I couldn't frown If catatonic states were nickels I could be a billionaire But then I guess I'd have to share And that's where this metaphor breaks down Oh bring me a bucket of fire ants I'll spill em all down my shoes And show me a man Drunk on the Melbourne coast Picking a drunken fight Drowned by a kangaroo I took my friend to Ikea, we instantly got lost inside She told me that it had bad vibes And I couldn't disagree I dreamt about the giant monster coming to destroy us all But maybe that's an early call Cuz really it could be anything Oh bring me a stovetop of boiling frogs I'll scoop em out, set em free And someday I'll find A place in my brain where I'm safe And when it comes crashing down That's where I wanna be Head of a vampire Head of a skunk We're gonna tear this ego down Chunk by bloody chunk Head of an avelanche Dripping with sweat These are the things about yourself You try to forget Oh bring me the head of Charlie Brown Wrapped in the Saturday news I'll be asleep On this pile of English moss To dream of my ideal self Drowned by a kangaroo

We were almost almost there As the crow flies This is an ocean of regrets At low tide I just don't wanna live on a server And every time I write I think I get a little further Down a path I cannot understand This is honey water In a cast iron pan (I am the mask and its wearer A corridor between two chambers The curse and its bearer) {Clearly, clearly he is not doing his best}

Enter the court Beyond the influence of dreams Where nothing's what it seems And everything's okay Down on your knees I said down on your filthy goddamn knees You've entered the presence of royalty So I hope you planned to stay For I am the bug princess My insektoid children gather 'neath my throne And I am the soul witness That the views and opinions expressed herein belong to no one And so it seems The earth has been inoculated With pockets of high strangeness That have been allowed to bloom And so manifest Bizarre phenomena across the land The nightmares of the common man Are finally coming true And so we are witnessing The psychogenic infestation of this plane And I am the oracle Of such magnificent visions as these And so in the name of new life Under the glorious sign of the slug We welcome a change of a chemical nature That of honey water into mead

[Song for my shadow] Sometimes I feel like my shadow needs a hug She's got it in her head she isn't good enough The way she haunts me I think she really wants me to stay In the light I know she'll always be right there But in the dark it's like she could be anywhere She's awful quiet and I don't quite buy it when she says: "I'm afraid of getting better What if I lose who I am? What if everything I love is a hologram?" I don't know what to say to that I'm just like "yeah that sure would stink" I just hope she knows she's not as powerless as she thinks As she thinks [Moon Behind a Cloud] You've never been one for introspection I've never been very good in crowds You opened your heart to get my attention But it was hidden like the moon behind a cloud There's a non-zero chance That we will make the same mistakes again There's a non-zero chance That I love you anyway There's a fire burning in my heart forever And it'll never go out I don't really go out [Little Red Box with The Answer Inside] And I've seen something clandestine In the inner world's perfection To explain the mystery is to love the mystery less I know the pits of despair may destroy me Until I am illuminated She holds out her hand to light up the path And I've seen dysfunction In the face of lava spilling down the hillside Did you see it too? For you have experienced An embryonic state of the universe And you have experienced The beautiful awakening of truth And you have seen The undivided mission of demagogues And the wrath of an unconscious mind Many unconscious minds (For nothing comes of anything But novelty and Early Spring Nothing comes of anything But clarity and Early Spring Nothing comes of anything But you.)

So what do you think will happen when the figure out What you're all about And what you really want? And what do you think they'll do then when they realize Right before their eyes What a fraud you are? And when the dreaded masks come off at last What do you think they'll do next? They'll get into their cars And stare for a while Turn on their VCRs And give you their smile They'll make you feel small Feel like nothing at all Then be on their way To do it again Pay them no mind So when do you think you're gonna stop being OK With the funny way That you like to be? And when that day comes will you have a panic attack And get back on track In a week or three? And when a sudden shift in you occurs Can you guess their next move? They'll get into their cars Turn up the AC And leave you behind Selfish and free But when they roll the dice You'll move your mice And give em a song So no one gets hurt Pay them no mind (I lost my depth perception) and you may experience an aversion to certain levels of light and you may experience audden ejections from dreams and you may feel as though the people around you are plotting your demise pay these feeling no mind (She's living under water She's living honey water) and you may experience an inability to speak and you may experience two separate body temperatures at once and you may begin to feel as though you understand the meanings of the markings that have begun to appear on your skin and we again must urge you to pay these meanings no mind (It'll all come down the wire It'll all burn in the fire) and you may encounter a weaker version of your self and you may encounter someone determined to destroy you and the things you will experience may destroy this doppelganger but you will escape and exact your revenge! (In the end) What are you afraid of? You can live your life like you need it to be What are you afraid of? You don't have to live so hypothetically Spare me your excuses You feel so powerless you feel so small Spare me your excuses If you could save yourself you coulda saved em all Train coming You just wanna be free Train coming You're jumping under your seat It is but a projection. Pay it no mind. It is for your protection. Pay it no mind.

{What are you doing? I'm in command of this ship now} {My dad was sweepin' floors in a nitroglycerin plant during the war} {Not from the Bible! The Bible says that Christ suffered once!} In the third wave we called them heat-slugs. They left behind a thin trail of magma-like ooze. As it cooled to earth temperatures it biodegraded into something unspeakable. Then came the spire. Then worms. Then we woke up with new tools we had no idea how to utilize. {It doesn't have to exist if I shut my eyes. If I shut my eyes it all disappears. If I wish hard enough I can wish it all away.} {Light is a force unto itself. It is a positive force.} Is anyone happy? Look around you. What's everyone doing. I'm not proud of what I did. But I don't regret it. Not for an instant. What was lost was necessary for the progression of what was written. The cut worm forgives the plow. What else is there to do? (And I love my Lord Jesus above anything)

you can bathe in healing waters when you want to you can eat your fill of berries off the vine anything you need can be accommodated to help clear your mind in a lighthouse at the edge of the multiverse the Puzzle Space is vast and non-euclidean each who enter will perceive a different way we each have a task we must perform with diligence and yours begins today in a lighthouse at the edge of the multiverse this is not purgatory it's not the astral plane it's not some Cartoon Honeymoon or somewhere in your brain you are to be a Cosmic Story teller your visions weren't for nothing my dear your songs will help to weave a holy tapestry broadcast for all to hear! from a lighthouse at the edge of the multiverse! in a lighthouse at the edge of the multiverse in a lighthouse at the edge of the multiverse in a lighthouse at the edge of the multiverse in a lighthouse at the edge of the multiverse in a lighthouse at the edge of the multiverse in a lighthouse at the edge of the multiverse in a lighthouse at the edge of the multiverse in a lighthouse at the edge of the multiverse in a lighthouse at the edge of the multiverse in a lighthouse at the edge of the multiverse in a lighthouse at the edge of the multiverse