The Darkener's Console

There is a suspicious-looking individual, holding a large bag, leaning against one wall. He is armed with a deadly stiletto.

Madrone and Pine —

I can draw a line through my spiral
It cuts through tension and liars, though
The points in my timeline may harmonize
The fading dissonance is beautiful

Your circle is an endless loop
You think it’s a line, fool
Broken records and needles don’t rise
I got out with smoke and voodoo

Learned me good, you says, but
I got nothing but depressed, then I
Found a tool to synchronize
Now I know I can be happy instead

I’m better than you
Yeah and you know it, too
My lines cut through Madrone and Pine
And now you’ve got no one else to fuck you

So fuck you


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