Besedila:
Paint It Black New Lexicon

This is not an argument. It's a one-sided diatribe, and I'm on the wrong side. It's not a traffic stop. But I'm sure you'd make a pretty good cop.

Ignore history. A charm school success story. Top of the class in Slash & Burn Diplomacy. Setting phasers to stun is no fun. So says the syllabus for

If I had a hammer, it would probably by covered in rust. I've got a broom and a dustpan, but they're covered in dust. I tried to fill the cracks.

start. "What a perfect match," I thought, "Your black eyes and my black heart." It's in my blood. No, not that tired cliche. For me it's literal, just check the hospital bill. It

the empty threat when they bare their teeth. Like priests we speak a dead language, written in sand. We need a new lexicon, devils be damned. Now M.B

we started again. And I think that I'm outranked, Outmanned, outgunned, and outflanked. "Out of Step"? Yeah, I know what that feels like. This contract is null and void. We tore it

the face of doubt. So is it a crime to think that we've found something more sublime? That we're somehow more alive? That we're not just busy dying? No coincidence, it

He says he wants to get better, but first he has to get a little sicker. He holds his tongue like he holds his liquor. Too young to call it quits. Too