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Lockjaw

from Lockjaw by Onboard Balloon

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Mr. dark place
Art fetish argument
Alarmed at the least bit
Marker on the architecture
I give a fuck
What your art professer said
Heart messer upper
In the darkness and under
This card fish is nothing
But a varnish of suffering
The artist the garbage
The carnage on the carpet
Its all harmless right
Get a fuckin harpist
For the harvest
When the stars are right
Hard as nights
He’s dyin in my arms
And I Cant even get the harness right…
Heart shatterd
still actin like its all right….
Its all right…
No its not
Now hes fucking crazier
he hates everything
More than he did before
his minds at war
Tryina find what hes fightin for…

Caught em lock jaw
talking to the gods again
Hopin that they’re offerin
Somthin other than oxygen
coverd with toxins
under the impression
that the sun unimpressive
not doin this for you
so fuck your attention
all this fucking repression
got it built up inside
right beside the depression
and I reckon that the question is
when is it a weapon?
when do we regress
and give in to this infection?
your affection n ur feelings
are guna get u killed
unequipped n thrilld
wonder if this mother fuckers
one to fit the bill
sit still
build it in ur mind
that in the end ur guna die
and ur the only one
that can decide to be alive
while we’re floatin thru time
every roach that he smokes
gets approached open mind
sometimes ur coastin
sumtimes u gotta climb
sumtimes what gets inside of you
is vital let it die
and if that’s what it decides
then its right ,,, just let it fly…

lost in this shit
someone please explain
what confidence is
wheres the documents hid
and what does it cost
to get a lot of the shit
still fuckin tumbling down
these bottomless pits
and this autumn is the cotter pin
in actually living
and not sitting in his godlessness
to polish it off
I miss my little goose
And that twisted little vision
that we live in isn’t true
sometimes u gotta listen
even if it isn’t you
just a little self abuse
and that shit’ll get cha thru
justify ur actions
to no one but ur passions
send the rest packin
end the respect
to the neck that was laughin
when u said u was ready
for the mother fucking draft pick
take off your mask
waste away and laughd
it takes away the tragedy
as we rapidly decline
trapped in the divine…

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from Lockjaw, released November 6, 2015

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