Still Life EP

Some feign of honesty, honestly there’s nothing to it Grift the price of absent ethics, to celebrate another vacancy He’s so sure sh-sh-sure sure, so secure that the reels are turning Offer gifts a formal kindness, just don’t forget to do the rosemary stretch No threat of idle hands as, as long as the foals are throwing A firm grip on reality, caught in the blip of the momentary Glass-glass-glass on the walls, glass ceilings on your shooting stalls This must be the lie, the lie, the lie, the lie, the lie, the lie, the life Sha la la la la la, Sha la la la la la Prescient sense, prescient sense, precious cents, precious sense

Does it fit hey that crowd that you wear? As the billboards declare these are times of ending, times of ending But you’ve seen better days, teeth rotting through your cubehead And shiver, shiver See I’m coming round, round now to the life I used to envy your way of always being right Fitting in now that flair you desire As the stories sprout from the fields, beacons of progress, endless progress But you’ve always been one to pick at the scab until it gets better Does it ever get better? See them coming round, round now to the life The sugar on your tongue, with the necessary lies All together now, round into the light And I know I’ve tried now there’s no joy in being right It’s human I suppose, it’s human

See them scratching the surface, swarm of flies on plastic I laugh, you laugh, but how soon we forget our lines Ease of use, ease of use, ease of use Ease of use, ease of use, ease of use And I ask myself, what’s the term for this peace Is it love, is it love, is it love, is it convenience? Ease of use, ease of use, ease of use Ease of use, ease of use, ease of use

Listen, its ringing after all, it couldn’t be cut off, now the signal’s surely strong Glisten, the teeth behind a smile, a name that isn’t heard, and a paper no one signed Listen, you’ve heard that line before, as useless as the days, when all you have is more Glisten, the feeling never known, it’s humming in your head, the pitch of a dial tone You can’t define, quantify, wrap your mind around it You can’t divide, up a life, there’s no lines around it What’s yours is mine, it’s collection time, collection time Collection time, collection time, collection time again

On these four walls see holy figures, curtains drawn but the souls still linger He had an inner twin never told me, stare was broken arms folded I held the one without the wings, pressed like a flower in the service of the king A violet is violence is violent, painted as virtue your silence is golden These bare walls seen figures holy, hardly a line the back pages only Read like fiction on the surface, history with a different purpose I held the one without the wings yeah, pressed like a flower in the service of the king A rose is the tone of a word, it’s written in stone your silence is golden, golden What came down, what came down What came down to you my love? What came down? Walking, shining

Another world to be held, and feel a breath inside the chest The matter different closer now, reveal the lines a face unkempt A wilderness that speaks in wire, stranger to admit the crimes You hear it now respond in kind, I should’ve known, I should’ve known I should’ve known A slender tube pall mall incense, synthetic flowers by the bed They suit your part the troubled one, leftover time underspent Another world to begin, and feel a breath upon the skin After all the sirens gone, I should’ve known, I should’ve known I should’ve known