(recorded with an iPhone)
Sound the sirens- the machines are taking over,
Even pain won't ring in our ears.
As much as I'm calling it silently,
It really bothers me to be so alone in our homes
When we know it.
What's the danger of carving things in my mind
if my life is only mine? Why do you care?
Get out of my hair.
The seat of the throne has been occupied by our skin,
and no one wins this way.
She gets replaced day to day.
I put my hands on the mirror and curse the sound
that ever doubts the strength to flee the old me,
I know my king and he knows me.
All of the warm summer air that I breathe in my lungs,
You'll be OK, there is grace.
Leave the chase that pushed you away.
released March 17, 2016
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