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What good is a syllable?

I wish this disease was killable

Nothing you say can change the way the hole remains unfillable

The burden unshakable

The breakable soul is up there without a net

Are we having fun yet?

We’re looking for the cure

The pure state of mind

But who has the time these days, who has the time?

Gone are the days of the hero

There’s nothing left but the one and the zero

Which one are you?

You decide alone

The dial tone your only guide since the deicide of Neitzche and Freud

Left us with the void

Aw thank you, big fellas

It was a hell of a thing to do…

Believe me

I would not lie to you today

I’ve heard words

I’ve heard words too small to say

I hear them fall like the rain

And they touch me just like hands

And the secret

The secret is not minding what you don’t understand

Gone are the days of the priest and the shaman

Can you get an amen?

The answer is no

But oh — a bottle of pills

For twenty five bucks a week

And everything that you seek

And everything that is hunting you down

Recedes to the sound of a dull roar

But you’re up off the floor

And not so unsteady

Ready? swallow the first one…

Maybe we’re only as sick as our secrets

And maybe our secrets are all that we own

Maybe you pump air into the belljar and maybe you’re under the belljar alone

Maybe salvation falls from on high

Maybe there’s no salvation up there

Maybe there’s a secret

Maybe we share

Believe me

I could not lie if I tried anyway

I’ve heard words

I’ve heard words too small to say

I hear them fall like the rain

I see them touch me like hands

And the secret

The secret is not minding what you don’t understand

I got a secret I should tell

I’m going up to Heaven on a split pea shell

Written off of a live recording. Anyone with the CD, feel free to submit

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