

blue - 29 - he/him


Laplace’s Angel (2018 Live in Studio Demo)
Have you ever died in a nightmare?
Woke up surprised you hadn’t earned your fate?
Have you ever felt like Atlas, threw your back out on the axis
Fact is laws of nature were meant to break
Everyone’s just blood in an ice tray
A vampire picking flowers out in the sun
Run your diagnostic test, it’s posited nobody dies agnostic
But we still dial 911
We’re only tuning to the tone of the bell curve now
Ask not for whom it tolls
And with my heads up in the clouds I can see so much ground
And from here you look like ants in a row
It doesn’t take a killer to murder
It only takes the reason for the kill
We’ve all got evidence of innocence it’s everything’s coincidence
The difference twixt fate and free will is the way you’re singing
(It’s the norm for animals)
(It’s the norm for chemicals)
(It’s the norm for particles, eye for eye for tooth)
(It’s the norm for chemicals)
(It’s the norm for particles)
(Yes, it’s only natural)
(All right now!)
(That’s hot, all right!)
(Oh yeah, somebody help me!)
So if you wash your hands of where you’ve been until you flood the second floor
Neatly fold your skeletons, but still can’t shut the closet door
The only ones in need of love are those who don’t receive enough
So evil ones should get a little more
You!
Could you take a look at me?
Is it bad, am I bad, am I bad, am I really that bad?
Now we’re singing yeah
Whatever you think of me
If the shoe fits, would you walk that mile or you could put it on the other foot, it’s the same size!
If you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do!



They are not human.


Won’t follow my dreams, no they’ve all got me waking up screaming
I can let them go from me. After all there’s no “I” in team
If I could live in third person, well I don’t think life would be much worse than it is
In the current tense, presently, this sentence ending in question marks or dot, dot, dot…
Is it courageous or escapist to leave the quarantine when you’re contagious?
It may just be a cold,
and besides I don’t wanna get old!
I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party
When the afterparty came, I was rolling in my grave
I was nothing before, so I couldn’t have asked to be born
I’ll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then?
Is there nothing to fear?
Cause shit is getting weird
So to God who made this man…
YOU BETTER HAVE ONE HELL OF A PLAN.

