since from lonestar freedom by henderson century

with nothing in your life you could spare for a minute
ill show where the bottom is broke
and tell you all the lies that could last for a living
while i pull from empty bottles i stole
and hide behind the eyes of a ten lettered vision
you told me of a bottomless hole
you sold me everything that i asked for

but the fate of you and all things known
was found when id gone searching
a key to all means growing
leave the lights on
working on carving a rib out your stomach
im not afraid of lasting alone
the backdropped curtains caress me to bones
a crave, the casket drones,
"the plastic purpose, a resting zone..."

collapsing luck
converts your trust
into lasting love
or an endless time

• Experimental
• Philadelphia