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"The Pod"
| The Pod | Ms. Lazarus | Firehead |


"The Pod"

Morning scatters in and I am steady like a drug feeling out this one.
She wakes up smashed as hell and steadies her ass against the rail, and bends before the pounding rain.
She had the widest bright ideas all along about my love, and I need this fucking fix and I beg her to pick from one of the billion ways to feel no pain.

The morning after bends reflected and I can hardly stand the way this whole thing makes me seem.
She climbs out from her dream with lungs hardly as she screams stereo scream, and bends before astounding rain.
She's got a system made of metal and magnet bits inside her brain, and she opens her box of tricks and begs me to pick from one of a billion ways to feel no pain.
She had the widest bright ideas, that all the world would sleep away until the nightmare ends.
Everyone is on way, way on the end.
Hold me uptight, let me breathe now.

She had the widest bright ideas, that all the world would sleep away until the nightmare ends.
Everyone is on way, way on the end.
And hold me uptight, let me breathe now.


"Ms. Lazarus"

I come to you all dressed in sound, with bluebirds tripping wires to the ground, connected to a time machine that will not power down.
Set the crosshairs back on one, you said we'd only die here in a sun.
The way your headstone shines, I only wish that it was mine.

So set the crosshairs back on one, I nail the loop that brings the second run, past the wished on charms and through the lens back to your living arms.

This time machine won't power down.
And this time machine won't power down.

And still the crosshairs rest on one, and still you rest there in the morning sun.
Still I fumble through pages of constructions on the ride.
I like the blown out sound we've found, I like the way it feels here coming down.
The way your headstone shines, I only wish that it was mine.


"Firehead"

She comes down with her hair on fire while I sleep, and I feel wider than, higher than you know.

She walks down with her wings on fire, if I could stand her I would lower down my buckets of love and rain, that feel me up with your simple touch, the words my Mom, I missed you so much, I espy everything you do.

Feel me up with your simple touch, the words my Mom, I missed you so much, I espy everything you do.
Mom I'm just a boy.
Mom I'm just a boy.
Mom I'm just a boy.
Mom I'm just a boy.
Mom I'm just a boy.
Mom I'm just a boy.
Mom I'm just a boy.

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