"Dreams Are Dogs That Die In Their Kennels"
  I have my reasons. I have my weapons. Four great, black wheels crushing stone for miles as long as the lies I tried to lead. So live and die for something as sure in purpose, as strong as fate. We are eternity. We are the fucking saints. The bastard sons of boredom. "Too slow, too slow, too slow." In the back of my mind it shows. Failure comes as youth it goes. I know, I know, I know. Dreams are dogs begging straight from starving hands. That's a lesson learned: you can't steal a meal from a desperate man. So keep swinging and if this is just one more dog for their pile, I swear I'll drag it every inch, every yard, every mile. And I hope you really love her. And I hope he grows up strong, cause I know more than ever that time won't wait. Time won't wait for anything.

"Content With Discontent"
  They pegged me defeated but I am not yet defeated. They threw me out with the old news print. Why should I beg for your forgiveness you can't find the meaning in this? I'll find my place, I'm dropping you. They declared me defeated. I am not yet defeated. Your "wasted time" is my "time well spent." So I won't beg for your forgiveness if you don't find the meaning in this cause I'll find my place. I'm dropping out. I'll find my home with the dropping outs. The dust hadn't settled from the mid-term elections when they carved out a script in the state's best stone at the taxpayers' expense. It says I'm "Dreaming of being shut-in with the rest of the people who are just dying to give in." But we will not give in. It's all irrelevant and I'm sick to fucking death of it never being quite enough. It's all irrelevant so I won't let this defeat me. I won't let you defeat me.

"Torn Apart On A Digital Sea"
  And you can barely start before you're torn apart. The bottom drops out in starts and static. My mind sweats and reels in the face of a nuclear age. You waited on forgiveness and I just called it boredom. You and I are going nowhere today. Waiting on another fucking wait. You have your keys and your jacket. What are you out for? Tell me what you're out for. Parties in cornfields and graveyards. While the luddites sing, "Kill me!" like protest songs, I'm wide awake and dreaming. Little digital holes in the ship that you're sinking with. Try to sing. Try to scream. But no sound comes out when your lungs are filled with static. But I'm singing you to sleep. I'm singing this for you. I'm singing you to sleep and it goes... Just for you. I'm nuclear just for you, motherfucker.

"Irish Coffee"
  If you don't say you need it, does it just walk away, so fleeting? It burns a hole through your stomach wall. The papers go unread and form a small monument to failure. I know it brings out the best in you. Silhouette of reason. That fucker's cracked from freezing. I'm so far from beginning. You've been eating nothing but cigarettes. You've been drinking nothing but Irish coffee. It burns a hole through your stomach wall. I been doing nothing but sleeping. I been dreaming of nothing but keeping in. You know it brings out the best in me. Why should I be afraid? If there's nothing but minimum wage to get me out the door. There's only loss and despair. You find a reason to wake up. You run to live it out as if nothing short of death can keep you dead. The feeling's sick of being used and waiting to be used. Waiting just for nothing.

"241's At The Gothic Castle"
  Stumbling through these songs for the assholes in the back of the bar with their arms crossed and their eyes rolled back like they can't believe this is where they are. Picking their friends and the bands and the rest of this town apart. Sipping $10 drinks with names stolen from Ellington charts. If you're the only one who's listening, it's all I'll ever need. As long as you keep listening. It's everything to me. This won't make me living. It will make you smile at best. But when "at best" is at it's best, I have a tendency to forget the rest. Out in the open, or stuck right here in my chest, these songs haven't learned how to sing themselves just yet. Sweetie, if it's alright, I need your brown eyes to keep me going tonight.

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