Forever, Down To The Filter

you can't blame the boring, the neurotic know
every kid has secrets they never let go
burn the evenings I write till seven am
no more inking linden street
no more looking for a father unloading his gun
a childhood undone, not covered up

but we're all looking, the world can't stop looking

you can't blame the vipers of the southern states
the patchwork sermons misquoting verses
the alter call zoo's, adult america shaking with hell fire and fear
no more looking for a maker who doesn't take your friends
a gospel of moments, not an end

but we're all looking, the world can't stop looking

I'm desperate to believe but I don't shit where I eat
when I don't know, I don't know
I'm too old to pretend and to unsure to descend

I'm desperate to believe but I don't shit where I eat
when I don't know, I don't know
I'm too old to pretend and to unsure to descend

did we learn to think or did we learn to believe

let's be the ones who are served, not the ones who serve
the landlord of the afterlife can't evict us from death
the neon and the garbage go to heaven to die
and that's why I'd rather die alone in the night

I'm desperate to believe but I don't shit where I eat
when I don't know, I don't know
I'm too old to pretend and to unsure to descend