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SMOKE SIGNALS

Sun comes up today, we are climbing out of sleep

Feet about the street

We’ve begun our day, our day, so far

95 degrees, cookin’ the concrete

Beads of sweat under my hat, way broke off

Breathe cigarettes to relax, I smoke off

All the sidewalk bound, feet about the ground

Take a hit and my head hears the song

Bird’s eye view instead of dirt all along

Climbing up chandeliers, and I’m pulling up my landing gear

Smoke signals surround, I never read em at all

Smoke signals surround, I only breathe in, that’s all

Smoke signals surround

All messed up in a way, we are

Looking overhead, gravity is dead

We’re messed up and straying far

Far from smoking guns, an army made of one

Rent check with an eighth of an ounce

In my jacket, can’t relax cause I’m afraid it will bounce

Patience all runs out, consume nothing with doubt

Take a hit and my head hears the song

Bird’s eye view instead of dirt all along

Climbing up chandeliers, and I’m pulling up my landing gear

Smoke signals surround, I never read em at all

Smoke signals surround, I only breathe in, that’s all

Smoke signals surround

Skin and bones, I never feel like I got enough

When I’m all alone I send the signal up

Skin and bones, I never feel like I got enough

When I’m all alone I send the signal up

Smoke signals surround, I never read em at all

Smoke signals surround, I only breathe in, that’s all

Smoke signals surround

CALL TO ARMS

You want the history books to be the mirror above your bed

So you can nod your head and look at your beautiful mess

Far from the fittest to survive when we hit the end

Time to bear witness to the message just waiting to send

I dare you to look at me more

Reload all my heresy

You glare, want me upon the floor

Even as you stare at me

This is a call to arms

A cause to alarm

This is a call to arms

A cause to alarm

You don a uniform that’s uniform just like the rest

Eyes luke warm and fail at burning the back of my head

I had a notion I could crumble the world, they’d suffer

Relieve the demons of their jobs, watch them run for cover

This is a call to arms

A cause to alarm

This is a call to arms

A cause to alarm

I dare you to look at me more

Reload all my heresy

You glare, want me upon the floor

Even as you stare at me

KINGPIN MASK

Simpleton believes

That he’s too much for the commoners to touch

And when all he sees, is what he chooses to, his followers are fucked

It’s a sinking ship is where he happens to be at

He thinks that he is right, he’s the captain of this craft

He’s soaking in the rush, of the ocean and it’s blood

In the blink of an eye

A statue can turn to dust

And when you think that you can try to put your hands up

Your kingpin mask is LOST

Blue light glows in a dark grey room, insomniac consumes

A puppeteer’s parade

They burn the truth and feed us all the fumes

Sell me more, I need it to react

Feed me all the whores, empty words that you distract

Send in all the clowns

Blend into backgrounds

In the blink of an eye

A statue can turn to dust

And when you think that you can try to put your hands up

Your kingpin mask is LOST

WHEN THE EASY GETS SO HARD

You’re a fool, you’re a fool

Realization hides it’s face

In the corner of this dark and dusty place

On a barroom stool

The vibration of the bass

Hits you in the chest while the liquor hits your face

When the easy gets so hard, sufferin’ times, nothing, it rhymes

Do your time, do your time

In the end defending crimes

In the end I find it’s an endless struggle of mine

And the bars you’re behind

Makes no sense to offer bribes

Policeman in this jail don’t pay no mind

When the easy gets so hard, sufferin’ times, nothing, it rhymes

VOICEBOX

Just in case the sound hits your face with the weight of stone

Stones your face, chemicals in veins and it makes a home

Deep inside, it falls asleep and hides in the microphone

Until in comes alive, decibels arrive, makes the silence gone

I guess I believe in time when you feel alive you’re never really fine

Moments pass just like broken glass and it’s underfoot

Slow and fast, I get both to last, I never understood

I’m defeating the silence

I’m defeating words unsaid

Do you believe in the violence pointed at your head

Now I find when the sides collide and the smoke is thick

Clear my eyes, find the fear has died and the feeling sticks

Slow like sinners in an assassin’s sight

Droppin’ snow-like splinters in a spastic fight

I get the target so exactly right

I guess I believe in time when you feel alive you’re never really fine

Moments pass just like broken glass and it’s underfoot

Slow and fast, I get both to last, I never understood

I’m defeating the silence

I’m defeating words unsaid

Do you believe in the violence pointed at your head

Voicebox runs on engine oil

Sound system is humming with silence, silence

A watched kettle stays settled when begged to boil

Listen, I summon up violence

I’m defeating the silence

I’m defeating words unsaid

Do you believe in the violence pointed at your head

Wave Principle - 2008