i heard some lucky guys live a hundred lives and wake up with a stomach full of half dead butterflies i m full of dread from the faith of the evening as each nightfall brings the blades of the guillotine some nights struck down trying to stand on my power most nights on my belly playing dead like a coward well i should tighten my muscles legs is frozen don t speak to eek out a couple extra moments i m trying to slow my vitals doing silent breathing the life of an off beat show during pilot season execs wanna see who can cancel me the most so fast i never get the chance to be a ghost the lifespan of a house fly traded for an eon in the sand with my mouth dry give me torture give me terrible marching orders give me dirty water give me anything except shorter gunned down when it s sun down murdered in cold blood everyday don t hope two springs eternal like you don t know i m about to be gunned down when it s sun down about to be choked out by the night if i could just live for more than one day i might be gold i m hoping one day that my carcass is hard boiled i m stuck in the cycle of a cartoon gargoyle and if i live to be 101 days old i grow straight up to the sun and get charbroiled but maybe everlasting life is a curse though eternity is drama making life the commercial but no thirty second advert has enough build when all the the night vision camera footage is a snuff film crush kill cycle of the sun is build destroy i fell on so many swords my stomach s got a keloid i ve died on the phone i ve died over e mail i ve died in the silence where the limbs of a tree fell and lived for a brief spell and lose consciousness in the middle of a brief yell waking in a deep well that started all over when the pendulum drift switched but which two gods birthed this to begin with  gunned down when it s sun down murdered in cold blood everyday don t hope two springs eternal like you don t know i m about to be gunned down when it s sun down about to be choked out by the night if i could just live for more than one day i might be gold died everyday like the enemies in power rangers up against a homicidal flower stranger i even heard a son growing in the upper wombs real fucked up to sit and have to watch the others bloom born on the train to auschwitz birkenau it s groundhog s day every night is a murder though a so fundamentally it s a matter of securing k of course a for himself some some k heavenly grace a some heavenly grace that will preserve him against falling into this mournful round of coming to be and passing away thinking of the past on the one hand anticipating the future on the other you re saying he falls out of the present now k yes that s right a i understand