there was courage in the kitchen
on the bottle shelf of the pantry
another bandage for my broken will
and my window, like a picture frame
exposes footprints in the snow
that pave a road back to your hollow home
i noted everything you'd say
every question and every phrase
embedded in my brain
to keep me from going insane
you would think i'd be frank when i thanked all my demons for making the seasons feel less about
leaving myself in a bend once again
kiss the leaves on the trees for allowing my body to breathe
then you found me, lying, waiting
in a pitch black cloak of night
within a bedroom i still wasn't used to yet
and then you cast some sacred spell on me
you summoned black holes around your eyes
designed to pull me into them
i hope this is the end
wasteland, eternally elated
happenstance, common cultist, wear your hand
eight toppled trashcans like smoking guns
bow down beneath a burning sun
then vanish, vampire, for once for good.
supported by 10 fans who also own “Don't Forget About Christian”
If WPE keeps making music like this album, I will keep buying it. For me this has the perfect amount of energy and sincerity. Also, the recording and mixing is done well (thanks, Kyle). Garamek