Birds in the Pillow

The books are empty bullet shells
They'll never hear them
The ground will part in favor of the smoke
So memorize your colors now
They'll help you kill you
The trees will cry in memory of the air
In the buildings where you spend your time
You've bought more than your share
The debt will follow you into the earth
With mouths that reek of coffee beans
And plastic angel wings
Your feet are melting into your past

The golden age of fallacy and violence

Artillery begins with "E"
Active, live telephones
Get up because your getup is on fire
The wind, a failed slow messenger
Screams from the universe fall silent
Because the sun is just too loud
Can't swim because we've built these ships
But there's someone drowning
Peel back to see a million in the waves
I'm drenched in sweat, a slight fatigue
From sleeping through the human race
But hope is just as relevant as I

The golden age of fallacy and violence
The golden age of fallacy and silence