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Forget what you heard. You never gave us a chance before—you closed your eyes and plugged your ears.
So one last time, let’s write another lovely poem about the sunrise over the coast and how most of the fish are all dead and the oceans and lakes are all turning a bright red. I know I’ve had my dose today, have you? It tastes like bittersweet apathy. Can you understand the implications of this mess? And I know how the glass must have pretended to make some sense out of any of this stubborn fool’s rants. I’m raving like a lunatic with one foot in the grave Hey, what do you mean when you say, “Let’s drop everything and we’ll sing another prayer to Pessimism and he’ll listen”? Thanks. Thank you for the misery. Goddamn your sympathy. It’s over (Over at the count of three). It’s over (No one’s even listening). And I know that we’ve come close to being sick, every time we sit and wait and watch the clock as it ticks down. We’re waiting till the time is right, we’re starting the next act. And I know how the planets must have confused you when I told you that that’s where they send your soul to. You said that wasn’t that hard to believe in. This one is for Miss Fortune. Whose heart is on her sleeve. It seems to be the only way I can sing anything lately. Strike two—you’re up to bat, with a stage, lights and an act, to act like someone else—each one of us is someone else up there. Leaving us alone—without an A, without an L—what does it spell? I’m ready if you are to just send it all to hell.

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from How Far We Haven't Come, released September 20, 2011

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