Under layers of solid rock
Far removed from the shifting tides
And having weathered all acts of God:
The artifacts of the glory vibe
The holy «unrecognizable»
Lighting up real cigarettes
Cursed by ex lives;
Drinking only to free themselves
From the hands of cruel women in another man’s home
From the graves of good friends on the side of the road
No posture, no proof of the one night stand
Just shadows and stories and the blood on their hands
The time-worn Juvenihilists
Struck fear until the bones collapsed
The afterlife is eternal after hours
We saw the light and we all turned back
Haunted by the teen spirits dragging wallet chains;
Painting a telephone number on the wall of the cave;
Spill your guts to the stranger with the free cocaine;
Everybody’s petrified, so nobody gets to change
Entombed
In youth
Embalmed
With awe
We all discover the fire
We all discover the fire
We all discover the fire
The prehistoric post-modernist's
Lost art of eye contact
These skeletons are a fucking riot
Dig them up and bring them back
We had trained the kind of demons that would rip you apart;
We only knew it was love once it broke our hearts;
«Our best friends float in the bottom of a glass;»
Don’t hold anybody close that would hold you back
Draw breath. but are you alive?
Draw breath, but are you alive?
Draw breath, but are you alive?
Draw breath, but are you really alive?