Texty:
Joey Cape Other

Burn those bridges to the ground without a sound you just blew up onto bigger destitute this is your art this is their truth someone told you life

(From "Protect: A Benefit for the National Association..." Compilation) Here is the world they'll try to sell you Here is the ache barbiturate They'

At 3 in the morning we are in mourning, hallucinations end Drug induced visions end in collisions, Casualties and friends Where were faux pacifist from

It's always sunny up there, Where the awful normals live Accommodative but uncreative, White entitlement It's not for the greener grass, That grove

The most jaded handle damage control But I resigned before your funeral It seems like every time I interfere Good intentions lead to graves and tears

When the bottom comes, will you come back? What's the worst thing that could happen here? What's the worst thing that could happen here? When the bottom