Verisimilitude

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released September 8, 2015

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Track Name: Shame, Spin & Click
SHAME, SPIN & CLICK

I’m running out of chambers
One hides a bullet in it
You’ve got your name on me
Shame on me
You put the shame on me
I’m running up the numbers
I don’t want this roulette in it
You bruise your name on me
Shame on me
You put the shame on me

I don’t wanna go home tonight
He’s waiting in that chair
With the lights out in the room
First comes the blame
Then comes the rage
Then comes the silence
I tell him that I barely missed my tram
What took you so long
Who were you with
I know you’re leaving me
…and I am

The finger’s on the trigger
The poison’s in the ring
One of these days I swear I’ll be gone
One way or another
I’ll run out of songs to sing
One of these days my days will be done
I’m running out of chambers...

Spin...and click

Maybe he’s not angry after all
Trust is difficult to reinstall
He says it’s easier to grieve for me
If I am dead by his hand
He’ll demand:
“If I cannot have you
Then no one else can have you either
You’re mine alone, you understand?”
...by his hand

The finger’s on the trigger...
I’m running out of chambers...
Shame on me, shame on me
Track Name: Thimble
THIMBLE

Second star to the right
Straight on ‘til morning light

It seems like a hundred years ago
Did we forget how to fly
Did we fail not to grow?
I whisper ‘hello, boy’ as we sit on your lawn
But days of Neverland are long gone

After all this time
Is it too late now?
Clap your hands if you still believe in me
See through this metaphor
Just what I’m trying to allude to you
- Thimble
After all this time
Is it too late now?
Oh, I never tried to lead you on deceivingly
Thimble
For our heart’s unforeseen vicissitude

Violets for remembrance
For the faded semblance
Of all the pirates we fought together
Back in the day

When time was some abstract word to say
Age just a number far away
Can we yet grasp on what it takes at all?
For both our sakes, don’t let me fall

After all this time...
Thimble
For my heart’s unforeseen vicissitude

Snowfall from snowfall
Summer through summery breeze
You’ve always been there
Now let me be there for you
And put your mind at ease

After all this time...
Thimble
For the heart’s unforeseen vicissitude

Oh, give me a thimble
Can’t you see it’s a symbol or what it represents
Thimble, after all this time
All this time
Give me a thimble
Can’t you see it’s a symbol or what it represents
Thimble, for your heart
And mine
Track Name: Absurdoscope
ABSURDOSCOPE

There’s no crueler God than love
None more generous beyond
I choose my own pantheon
Your prophets cannot lead me on

I’m not in need of a flock to decide for me
Nor have I forsaken hope
Beelzebub has no devil put aside for me
I see it all through absurdoscope

I’m not strictly anti-religion
I am, tongue in cheek, anti-everything
No pre-made mythology can convince me to bow my head
No conspiratorial forgery
Can resurrect me from the dead

I’m not in need of a flock to decide for me...
Track Name: Flamer
FLAMER

You pseudo-Machiavellian butt-munch
Re-inventing the wheel in school philosophy class
A Nietzsche-fanboy and a pain in the ass

Authority in your clique
Loquacious, fantastic
So gracious, it’s classic
Brilliant and slick
I see right through that shtick
Hands on your control-stick
you little prick

Your momma said you’re special
And grandma gave your cheek a good pinch
Now let me give you my inch
Here’s my disclaimer:
I’m wasting my time
With nothing better to do
Than get a rise out of you, oh

LaVeyan to your every cell
Now take a crayon and spell
Just what you’re trying to tell
You’re such a lamer
Call me what you will
I’m over the hill
But you’re run-of-the mill

A regular whiz-kid with a cereal-box IQ
I’ve never met a nihilistic douchebag quite like you
A lasting impression and a memorable debut
Spew it back at the world that you eschew

Your momma said you’re special...
I’m over the hill
You’re run-of-the-mill
Well, ain’t that a pill

Your momma said you’re special.
And grandma gave your cheek a good pinch
Now let me give you my inch
Here it comes:
If projectile propulsion at people’s your compulsion
Then maybe you should start with yourself
Laveyan to your every cell...
Yeah, I’m a flamer
I’m over the hill
You’re run-of-the-mill
Well, ain’t that a pill
Track Name: Moths
MOTHS

Moths, like shooting-stars in the headlights
Drawn by the unknown
Dead in the blink of an eye
Small rice-paper corpses on my windshield
Animated by the unfeeling air
Wings of parchment and bone

We dance in the fire
Sparks take to the sky
We’re drawn to the flame
Like we’re anxious to die
All fears are erased
Only heat still remains
The warnings are null
While blood boils in our veins
We can’t see where we’re going
We callously dive
Who cares if we perish
If we weren’t even alive
Recklessly throwing ourselves to the altar we’ve made

The joshua trees onlook as I’m driving
Through Mojave alone
Judging the company I keep
The only source of bright illumination
Beckons with a ‘devil may care’
And ‘morals aren’t set in stone’

Nights in the desert are cold
Hold on to the light

We dance in the fire...
Track Name: Hang Me High
HANG ME HIGH

My pistols were my next-of-kin
Gunmetal cradled ‘gainst my skin
They’re cold and hard to sleep with, yes
But I’m just drawn that way, I guess

I’ll hang my hat with the heart-shaped pendant
I’ll hang my head as they hang me high
Now don’t you go crying for me, you hear?
We still had a good run, you and I
I’ll hang my hat with the heart-shaped pendant
I’ll hang my head as they hang me high
Got no last words, got nothing to say
‘Cept good-bye

Well sure, I made a stiff or two
I made a real mess of things, it’s true
But if this will fix it all
Then it’s the good judge and jury’s call

I’ll hang my hat with the heart-shaped pendant...

I’ll leave my boots by the door
Wear them if you want, they’re yours now
So that’s it then
Nothing to add
Nothing to say
I’ll hang my hat with the heart-shaped pendant
I’ll hang my head as they hang me high
...Hell no, I’ll hold my head up high as they hang me high
To dry
Track Name: Of Matters Dark And Grey
OF MATTERS DARK AND GREY

I browse through someone’s darkest thoughts
I stole them stealthily
I borrow them for observation
I peruse someone’s darkest thoughts
Like writing in a tarnished book
I read them carefully
An analytical evaluation
I procure someone’s darkest thoughts
...dark thoughts on lend

Here’s music for the borderline insane
Prescription for acute cerebral pain
It’s music for the borderline insane
Melodies to soothe the addled brain

Secrets buried deep within
Where no one else can see
I peer inside the unconscious minds
So they’ll come clear to me
I claim your dreams of morbid deeds
And leave a card in their stead
Holding a message from me to you
It was always in your head

Here’s music for the borderline insane...
Here’s music for the borderline
- Sounds designed to realign
Music for the borderline insane
It’s music for the borderline insane
Melodies to soothe the addled brain
Track Name: Dear Mr. Steele
DEAR MR. STEELE

Dear Mister Steele
I never met you, I know
And now you’re dead
Dear Mister Steele
I still get songs like Wolf-Moon
Stuck in my head

I’ll bring about my Ouija-board
If that should please thee, lord
Summon you back again
To dye it all black again
Necromantic halloweens
Traffic-lights with only greens
I’ll summon you back again
Just to dye it all black again

Hey, Mister Steele
You loved your mother
I can respect that, for sure
I’ve got a momma too, you know
Oh, Mister Steele
We could’ve met over coffee
I’d have play-punched you like a pal
“Why you old so-and-so!”

I’ll bring about my Ouija-board...

Please come back...ooh
Come back
If this is another morbid joke of yours
Come back...ooh
With you and Freddie Mercury gone
Who do I look up to now?
Come back!