Digital Devil
"The Devil and God Are Raging Inside Me" Project
Sowing Season (Reprise)
There’s a check point on Merrick and Countyline
It’s a trap to get you to admit to your addictions
An intervention of sorts
I’m letting down my guard
This alcohol has got me in a vise
Squeezing out some truths
I’m slurring my speech
But you are a good friend for listening
I'll just try to stay audible
Lets keep things topographical
I can never go back to using maps
Even though I’ve lost direction
Make a left and mend
Watch those things you have broken
Fill in the parts that were missing
I’m blurring my vision
But you are a good friend seeing
Me half way
I know this is all my fault
Yeah Yeah …
M
Milestone (Reprise)
There’s no wake
I can’t sleep
I’ve been thinking about friendships
And craftsmanship
They both take so much time and effort
Sink down our discretions
And try to avoid the bends
We are going to sleep next to the Coimbra tonight
Take a bow the ships going down
I did an admiral job keeping us afloat for this long
We were naive and not nautically inclined
Our sea legs were taking out at the knees
Sink down our discretions
And try to avoid the bends
Capsized breaths
There’s nothing I wouldn’t give
My own stone around my neck
That’s anchoring us down
Faith like flare guns
Even just to light up
The skies
Fire works for the skimmers
Sink down our discretions
And try to avoid the bends
LUCA (REPRISE)
It’s all digital now
From the gift of gab
To the grift and grab
There used to be an
Art to this
You indexed champion
You faux fox
With too many skins on the wall
When the hunts so easy
The taxidermy is less deserving
You still smell like fawn
Haven’t even learned how to run
We don’t disappear
We are tagged like animals
Left a digital trail
Migrated to me
So symptomatically
Arthritic intentions
You got in the rhythm
Advertised to you
Based on consonant
I’m in your algorithm
We have our discourses
Buttoned up
Lectured lovers
So
Touch me or don’t
Not the sun
(Reprise)
I’m not hungry enough to bite
Because I know who feeds
And I’m not scared of the monsters
Under the bed
Because I story bordered them
We don’t know when to stop
The safety word is in Latin
The osteologists of your closest
Because I know every skeleton
Bit every collar bone
The air in this room is stale
But it gets the job done
Wain into me like the moon
And let’s darken parts of us
That no one wants to see
Method motions
Had me convinced
You are good at playing
Your part
To be my babe