How many candles will burn for us when our wings float on a blanket of tar?

Today is a wonderful day. Today is a revolting day. Tomorrow is a storm of risks and rewards that will cling to one cheek of a sorrowful moon, as waste is flung across its eye. 

We're done here.

We keep searching for back roads to a place that we've never known... but why would we even get lost? We can't even walk alone. We hide in cities that crush our bones. Nobody can hear our dreams growing like cranes.

We're done here.

Let's go to the river. Let's build a boat. Forget all our dishes. Forget all our soap. I will give you a feather plucked from the neck of a horse. It will lift your heart and push your corpse.

 - Are they wrong? You never come back here, in the middle of the night, thinking things over?

- ... 

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- Before "The System", a man like you might have had a chance. Work hard, keep striving... You'll never be more than a construction worker or a petty criminal because that's all they'll let you be. 

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- They won't invest in someone who's gonna kill himself. But by not investing they ensure the outcome.

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Couvre feu

Ferme tes yeux 

Ferme tes mains

Tiens ta folie jusqu'au matin

The shadows in the mirror
Follow and lead
My steps in space
And time
Under possibles that may
Erase who I seemed
And spring spirit
Into being dreamed