Featherweight

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You are full of cryptic, pre-apocalyptic lies that look like teeth: small, sharp, and white.
Calling it "mystic, iron-fisted divine," I despair for you.

Commit to sink with sin or swim to win.
Oh, commit to sink with sin or swim to win.

I am a cryptic, post-apocalyptic spy. I have free domain.
And when you're vague, your ellipsis eclipses my secret search for your shame.

Commit to sink with sin or swim to win.
Oh, commit to sink with sin or swim to win.

Hark, the guard. The guard.
Discard your past.
You must be born from dust.
You must be born from dust.

Hark.

It's now or never, but it's never now and never is forever asking, "How?"
Now, however, is much better - if it ever comes around.
Your heart against a feather weighed a pound.
Your heart against a feather weighed a pound.

They'll send you underground.

(Hark the guard, the guard, discard your past.)
(It's Now or Never, but it's never Now and Never is forever asking, "How?"
Now, however, is much better - if it ever comes around.
Your heart against a feather weighed a pound.
Your heart against a feather weighed a pound.)

They'll send you underground.

(Hark, the guard.)
(Commit to sink with sin or swim to win.
Oh, commit to sink with sin or swim to win.)
(The guard. Discard your past.)
(Commit to sink with sin or swim to win.
Oh, commit to sink with sin or swim to win.)

Oh, you must be born from dust.

Hark.

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from An Alien Invaded the Circus, released April 6, 2018

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Stories are variations of truths. Stories are made up.
Stories are honest lies.

Stories become songs, and songs are poems cloaked in sound.
This is art.
Art is in the eye of the beholder.

∴ April Fish are artistic liars. The cheeky blighters.
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