Sturdy Dawn - Wreck and Reference

And back in that time I can remember

Walking around on an empty floor

With a box of nails half open

I remember that I was memorizing lines for a play

Out of fate, out of fear

The box, it was at least half open and at least I wasn’t hungry except for

thinking an idea like

Who cares what you live for in your garden?

The only things that will grow are pains

Coming alive before a sturdy dawn

I was pacing the garden, I was memorizing my lines

It’s just an old house, it’s just a condition I fear

Sometimes I’m afraid of sentences but sentences will never appear on a broken

television

They won’t appear on your broken phone

You are also broken, you are also tired

You are also car tires and the car tires are on fire

In the next life if you’re lucky

Does the burning pile of rubber that is actually you have to wait to burn?

Stop playing the dirty dawn like it’s stupid

Stop giving in to idiocy

Out of fate, out of fear

You were practicing your lines, didn’t you practice?

You fucking clown of fate

It’s just an old house, it’s just a condition you fear

These lines won’t appear on a forgotten television

They won’t appear on your broken phone

Out of fate, out of fear

We’re running out of things, can you wait or go to the store first?

I can’t tell that you’re not sick, you’re not tired

You’re just paranoid and nameless

Quit trying to blame the decapitated dawn

Quit trying to memorize my lines for a play I didn’t ask to be a part of

Before I was thrown vulgar and wet out of the tunnel

Out of fate, out of fear

Quit trying to blame the decapitated dawn

I’m just trying to memorize my lines for a play I didn’t ask to be a Part of

Before I was thrown vulgar and wet out of the tunnel

Out of fate, out of fear

And maybe I will see the sturdy dawn

Quit trying to blame the decapitated dawn

Quit trying to memorize my lines for a play I didn’t ask to be a part of

Before I was thrown vulgar and wet out of the tunnel

Out of fate, out of fear

And maybe I will see the sturdy dawn

Quit trying to blame the decapitated dawn

I’m just trying to memorize my lines for a play I didn’t ask to be a part of

Before I was thrown vulgar and wet out of the tunnel

Out of fate, out of fear

And maybe I will see the sturdy dawn

The present is a bloated pig

Floating in a blithe caravan

Of black trash bags to heaven

Scrape up whatever you can

To put together that tomorrow

Even though in present fever dreams

Who knows what it means to feel or see?

Or expect the pigs to tell apart the truth?

Confused about why

Some ideas persist

Some die a rightful death

Some reborn to die again

That must mean

The numbers didn’t help at all

Don’t punish me

If you won’t punish the «me» of yesterday

If I had two wishes

After cancelling your wishes

I would ask for

More silence, more silence

Claw my eyes out

If I had two wishes

After cancelling your wishes

I would ask for more silence, more silence

The javelin flying at me is my secret friend