Odd how we never do what we want. Rather what life subjects us to.
And what future sought is nothing more than what bad luck and circumstance the moment can afford to project. And to think of god
as the heavy sleeper at the reigns. And I as his paranoid passenger. And much like me for the dark to be the burning wick of my soul.
At the fault of my existences, in this and every special death, I've
self imposed. Where there is a great hole above. And a furnace below.
And a middle course set in stone. And I driven like a nail into a place
some where amongst the smear of inbetweens.
from Isolation Is A Gift
track released June 25, 2010
Recorded in 2010 in Lyford TX
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