the bullet b4 the sound

you never were a magazine

the bullet will hit you before the sound

before the sound

before the sound

the atom’s been split

teeth marks in soft metal

throw the knife at the candle

come back as a bug

come back as a snowdrift in a streetlight

sin eaters rest their eyes

too dumb to be afraid

crawl inside a warmer simulation

a toothless ghost/ a wasted grudge

a half assed vampire sings

Bette Davis eyes

it eats time and time’s what we have alone coyote south pasadena

brevity brevity brevity brevity brevity brevity brevity

(you never were a magazine/ tearing out the pages)

we can talk before the unsaid blossoms into terrible myth

every day I thank god for you

soul to soul

the bullet before the sound

hope is grace today is not tomorrow

when you stop asking I’ll stop answering

maybe the world has already ended

soul to soul to when you stop answering

soul to soul the bullet before the sound