At War With the Dogcatchers

I'm at war with the gods and the dog catchers.

I find hope in cartoons from discarded magazines.

Where do I find salvation in this ecosystem?

Love is more than I can take.

I make friends with the late and the disorder.

I find truth in the laws of an old technology.

Where were you when I needed you?

This is more than I can take.

Every minute I begin, I end.

Every circle is a means to someday come back again.

I knew you

when you were still alive.

I got no faith in glory

 Lies from dreams that came before me.

Kill the gods, save all the dogs,

Hell, who remembers anything at all?

I'm in love with the leaks from the rain gutter.

I get lost on the way to a high fidelity.

I don't know where all the days have run.

Watch em circle down the drain.

I take cues from the words of the dead peasants.

I lock arms with the foes of the new theology.

Where have all my oldest friendships gone?

There ain't nothing left to save.

Every minute I begin, I end.

Every circle is a means to someday come back again.

I knew you

when you were still alive.

I got no faith in glory

 Lies from dreams that came before me.

Kill the gods, save all the dogs,

Hell, who remembers anything at all?

...yeah, it was just like, in a way, it's almost like as a little kid you realize, wow, we're gonna be confined at times.

- Jonny, on his earliest memories