from by Peter J. Brant



I was sure I’d be well
If I could avoid another dark spell
But here I am stuck in my head now
I’m not sure what to do.

Let’s go to the wood gather food
Forego life just me and you
we’ll take no path let noone know
together nude we’ll do what we want to do

This world’s such a drag Full of friendly scumbags

As they stab your back you’ll feel an aching jab

We walking walking in the lighted wood
sure of ourselves wholly understood
When along we came upon a plant
with berries glistening

As I ate myself full
belly bursting laughs

The juice ran down
your bare breast

A million starts
A million deaths

I don’t know why
I don’t know when

My legs they bled
as we dragged ourselves west

as we reached the edge

There are some things good
There are some things bad

I’m glad to be home
I’m glad to be home
I’m glad to be


from FAÇADES, released November 13, 2015



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