Digital Feelings and Phones

I can’t wait until we digitize feelings
In this giant sea of brakelights
We think that time exists
But it’s only clocks
We’re stuck in our light world.

There are some things that make it worth it
The things that make it concrete.
The foundation.
Foundation.

And the thought of bullets has been giving me chills.
And there is something out there that doesn’t make sense.
Trees turned to leaves, greens to brown.
And it looks so eerie, it looks so bled.
But to us it was something.

Mendacious

Precipices and chasms
The poverty of words belies the poverty of philosophy
A calligraphy of lies weaves a beautiful cacophony

Vuvuzela

I can't make it
These starving ghosts, no I can't shake it
They hound me
Knees breaking
Cardboard pill cups and plexiglass havens
Linoleum floors and flourescent hum of locusts
Names years ago scratched into days-old paint
A stale draft silencing any whispers of reproach
The muting din
The deafening silence
Dominion

Ad astra

Sometimes boy you've got to rise from the wreckage
I know that I'm cliche I know that I'm shit
But sometimes you can deal with the upper lip quiver
We're all traitors to our nature.

My ears are ringing and my knees are creaking

Al volar

Todos somos capaces de belleza
Eso te juro
Y de esto estoy seguro
Lo que ya tienes
Es todo lo que necesitas

Vuela.

Run to the Battle

We are all magicians / We are all fertile ground / We grow with what we say / We grow with what we are
We are who we think / We are nothing like we are / We are everything we believe / We are who we are