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there's a storm walking in, i can smell it on the wind
like the smoke from a signal fire that i can't see.
wish that all my crippled feats could fix their joints, walk out of me,
before i buy a cane and beat them to death, i would sell their corpses, buy a sober head.
then i could trade you every single lovely thing that I lacked
for any honest words to say, you can still find me chained out back.
i'd sacrifice my freedom, give my bones away
to know from closest safest distance that you'd be okay, always.
always thinking of you then, on the ropes and the dividends,
of the payments that i've yet to make, you might not even need.
if you pick up will i speak? if you call will i pretend not to see
so i don't have to know?
can't seem wrap my skull around how to be quiet
in loud situations, and these deafening spaces full of thoughts
that talk in volumes that cannot be registered in decibels,
i'm hard pressed to pick from any to be singled out from the rest as the best of those.

warning surely comes before destruction.
and Pride is what persuades us to ignore.
how mine murdered both of us, if i listen close enough,
i can still hear your heart beat beating through the floor.

so the house the settling in the foundation of it's king
but my angels are hanging down in the drain and my hands just won't come clean.
is there some chance i could be, more than forgiven more than freed,
more like welcomed to sit at the table again, to speak with honor, to be of and in.
a son & brother only loving to the people he meets,
think thoughts made up only of joy, say prayers only of peace for each.
could i let go of the damage that i can't unwind?
will you always be an echo that my head can't leave behind?
it's deafening.

warning surely comes before destruction.
And Pride is what persuades us to ignore.
how mine murdered both of us, if i listen close enough,
I can still hear your heart beat beating through the floor.

they're coming in with their hammers and their handcuffs
and pulling up the boards.
i called the police, and i told them
that i could hear your heartbeat beatin' through the floor.

this is a signal fire;
you should come investigate.
don't be scared, i'm terrified.
a body many leagues deeper than 'afraid'.
this is a signal fire;
if you can hear me can you write me back?
send me something i can read.
to keep my soul on track.

this is a signal fire.

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