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Holus​-​Bolus

by Treeburning

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1.
An Equal Sign Is Merely An Unleavened Eleven Read 'em and weep as I sing in the streets - Arms raised high above my head as they flail Failure is not measured in pints - It's measured in lengths of the distances we forgo Earth between us widens as my smile does - I'm listless since it only grows Read 'em and weep as I sing in the streets - Arms raised high above my head as they flail Earth between us widens as my smile does - I'm listless since it only grows I must make one thing clear – The earth that I stomp my feet upon belongs to all of us But only swallows some – I invite you to ante up – You think that you've got it all Zealous mind with a zealot's heart – This is the part for which I am typecast A half mast flag is flown at my humble abode – I think I'm ready to implode It doesn't look so bad being down and out if one were so inclined – Even though the hill is steep I invite you to ante up – You think that you've got it all But in my eyes you come up short – I stand tall Lead me around by the scruff of the neck – I'm yours Take your time to regurgitate I dismiss my seed upon the earth and wait for you to break With the right kind of eyes being down and out is looking up I dismiss my seed upon the earth and wait for you to break Everything else that I've tried has failed me
2.
WATCH OUT!!! He Has A Pen He watched as Rome burned – the city is edging towards ashes – the renaissance scar Well I figure that it's all the same if they just gave it a name How many times do I have to tempt you and tell you that it'll be alright? Too many times have we watched the city into the dead of night Watch out – he has a pen She shoved the pill up her dress and her skirt and her panties were knotted and twisted The security guard said “do you have anything to declare?” she said “no, I swear” Her spread legs over the abyss we call life They're all snapping photographs trying to get a glimpse
3.
Triumph Of Breath Old man always mumbling 'bout the old ways Caught up in the blood lust - making quick work of them End transmission - we get started And when the bombs fall our first instinct is to run and hide again Temper tell the truth again - a bloody instinct wasted 'til the end We are the animals Blood mixed with the water - these days won't age like wine Black mark on the calendar - on the calendar it's a reminder End transmission - we get started And when the bombs fall our first instinct is to run and hide again Temper tell the truth again - a bloody instinct wasted 'til the end We are the antidote
4.
Fractured Tactile Why does it bother you so - to witness me sitting here calmly Having shed more skin than burn victims and serpents combined A cool, gentle breeze blows my mind while you throw fits of minutia I chew bigger bites than that my friend These words go over your head because I stand tall and draw a deep breath of relief I have been relieved of your pettiness You cannot see me for I've gouged out your eyes You can no longer touch me - I've sliced off your finger tips - I wash my hands of this I will not concern myself with your antics - I'm in heaven because I'm a hell of a guy I'd like to take this chance to thank you for joining me here tonight I feel so much better having shared these thoughts with you I hope that a certain irony doesn't fall on deaf ears It seems as though your fear is all that is audible Mark my words I'd rather hack my flesh than spend another day near you My stomach can't digest your apparent nausea Spare me your insights - please keep them inside This dialogue isn't long enough for the both of us Spare me your insights - please keep all of them inside This dialogue isn't long enough for the both of us Spare me - I don't care - there's a wall at which I'd like to stare Your back is against it and I am facing you yet standing in an open field
5.
Brokencastaway No longer in print - every last letter has been removed Apply the findings - filtered while laughing at a tiny speck I've spread myself too thin - peel me off the walls Smokestack beast belching - the jaws of life Vessels are landlocked - can't see the river for the sticks ROW! ROW! ROW! ROW! Somnambulating - display the hustles that are so divine Pews spill forth with waste after a muted sermon This purest corrosion gives me life All these clicks and pops will come and go - droning must sustain Rip the callous off - sunken eyes so low So tired and threadbare – sinking faster than a drunkard's comfort A swivel of the stool turns faith to purest doubt The sewers repent as the chain smokers worry – the powders and figures make twitching losers With fidgeting rat-sense they fuck and they sweat - they bleed and secrete so sweetly I smile back – through boastful neglect paired with trial and error I free fall with something I held on to – something worth holding onto On earth thy will be purged Get me out of this elevator Hand me down guilt received from sullen mannequins Life is a joke – the punchline is drunk – the audience went home with no refund in hand So many ways to make a bad decision – circumvention can be so expensive Circumvention can be so expensive – so many fronts – try to keep up So many ways to make a bad decision – so many fronts – try to keep up Confessions are made when guilt wins and guilt is known to cheat So many fronts – try to keep up
6.
Juxtaposition Has Me Beside Myself I will not rest - rest assured - I will work with what's available Capability and being culpable - locked hand in hand - I sigh since I am comfortable Stability can be so short lived when one has been robbed of all that they could give If it weren't or synesthesia I could not taste the sour look worn on your face I'm not better off dead or dying - you're a broken piece of this puzzle we can't fix So now they treat you like a liar - I'm not bitter at all So now they're calling you a liar - I'm not bitter at all
7.
Lazy Stabbing Your violent crimes against me – won't plead them to a judge There will be no reconciliation – I'll hand craft your tombstone This is suffocation - hands around your neck - squeeze 'til you are lifeless - death picks up the cheque Yeah I'll take my time for you – running that knife in Scapegoat - Scofflaw You can taste the fluids that are slowly drawn – Malignant picture of health – Obfuscate the x-ray At it's clearest the forest of your being is seemingly clear cut and dry I have made my point right into your guts red on red - you fucking bore - scrape the drain while I watch you in pain

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released January 22, 2011

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