Maybe this streak's alive

Color in the things you like about me

Was it the violence that split the stars in threes?

Looking in the back where the planets end

The dedication page, it begins

Nah, I don't drink much, just the cold stuff

Nah, I wouldn't lie down, drown in the wet ground

I can't deny

The Futurist's abyss is on the rise

Tried to tip my way into heaven's gate

Must of lost a fortune along the way

I never saved up for a rainy day

I put it all upon the brass collection plate

Am I gonna die?

Or beat back all these tiny suicides?

Maybe if the sky aligns

Maybe I could have you one last time

Was it the silence that amplified the reverb in my mind?

Someday we all die

Why give into these tiny suicides?