Isolation Drills

I don't come around
Never call or let her know
I got a life of my own
You know i hate to be around her
When she's like that
I wrote a song once about her
Called "the brides have hit glass"
You know it just won't last
To be on top of your own world
With no guardrails to cling to
You fall so very fast
It's very odd to find her up again
Staking out expansion
Seeking new exposure

And when she holds out an empty glass
And she comes for a handout
I ask for the same thing-it's sad
And i hold on so sure i can take all she can
Just to be around her
Just to feel bad

One day i will know
That's it's a waste of time
And there's a better road ahead of me
I just don't know how to make it there
So i'll just hang around and take my chance
Once again i'll roll the dice
And try to hang on to my shrinking paradise

And i'll hold out an empty glass
And i'll come for a handout
And i'll ask for the same thing-it's sad
And i'll hold on so confident
That's it all i can give
To try to find my way back
Just to hit glass

Look me straight
Now blame it on loneliness
Who knows?
Certainly not them

Where is this?
The lane that takes you head on
But for now
You do not/cannot contemplate
Certainly not you

And silence is dread
'cause look what you've done
Aligned outside no aim
Which follows me
Painted over a well cleansed abdomen
Tattooed ugly and blue
The enemy

Watch and wait
A childproof survival kit
Just for a glimpse
Of the everlasting big kick

Secrets bleeding to untold families
Lovers in flight over the gravesite
We become statues
In a ten acre garden

Frostman says the summer needs to wait for you
Frostman says the wintertime is blue
Oh, frostman i'm with you
Even when the sun shines
Even when the winter comes

Think of a no parking zone
Where armored cars keep the street
And every heart seeks inspiration
It is full to maximum capacity

Leave your things in the streets
And run wild

Wooden heads on the chopping block
And other hearts pumping ink
That spills out over dreams of antiquity
Pale but full of ghostly charm

Leave your things in the streets
And run wild

Pivotal film
Showing cloaks of rubber
Digital relay
Fingers stroking

Like mechanical lover
Critical rooms
Transparent scenes shifting

Pivotal film
Selling out your monkey
Sinful heroes
Stabbing, choking
(they must be joking)

Like mechanical lover
Critical rooms
Transparent scenes shifting

Grotesque and arrogant
Perfect for the experts
Top gold
It's cold in the morning
Where scenesters exit
Into thin air

Sister, i need wine
For color in my skin
And darkness for my eyes
But i can see the light burn through
Still it is the night brings me to you

Sister, use your gift
The backed up river spreads
On ground for fighting words
And i am hating the ignorance in my body
And i can't feed on the heaviness
Sister, i need you

And we will dance for gold
And straddle the hour of fear
And learn the real story
Drink the truth
Shed not one tear

Twilight campfighter
You build your fire into an open wound
You want us to feel better
On these darker trails
With light revealing holy grails
To hike through dangerous weather
You need twilight eyes

Sunspot solider, you come from another day
Accept no pay
You want us to feel better
All for longing causes
Racing minds and lengthy pauses
All who must soon shed their veils
And wipe their eyes

As we vegetate and wait around for brighter days
And can dance contented to the sound of money
Could i have seen a sight
Much greater than your twilight eyes
That penetrate your silent lives (lies)

Twilight campfighter
We do congratulate
It's not too late
To make us all feel better
Under darker skies
With your twilight eyes

Trailing off the likes of it
She likes it when it grows
Sending out a candidate
She's sinking her foes
Peaking out then leveling
Wherever it goes

And her mother will greet you
And a river will reach you
Breaking out to make you slave again

Chasing heather crazy
Chasing heather crazy
Making sure that all the world is coming down
All the world is coming down on her
Anywhere i want to
And if you want to come too
We'll go down where
All the girls are stumblin' round
All the world is crumbling down around her

Staring out from otherworldly windows painted red
Doesn't have to listen to the voices in your head
That's a different lie
Do you remember what was said?