Unchanged

The love story is over, its all about the apocalypse and a cigarette.

Shrug my shoulder, I can not read the apocryphal lips of a silhouette.

Poor little baby is trying to escape in plain sight of an open door.

You went fishing for leviathan, and for your troubles got a broken shore.

Did your fascination with a lost cause help you sell tickets?

I bellowed out my anguish to a debutante and in return heard crickets.

Now I am finishing the touches of the next Necronomicon.

What is this peace treaty doing in the middle of a blood stained octagon?

There is only mutual benefit, there is no such thing as a connection.

Peace usually engenders it, but if it gets threatened, there is no protection.

Carve an X between my eyes and burry me as a hundred year time capsule.

Open it up to no surprise, every member of the bomb squad were hospitalized for shrapnel.

Put the needle to a record of Johnny Cash, I am a solitary man.

Branches crack under a leopard's food stash, it was the body of a voluntary fan.

Do you like to hold hands, and have long walks on the beach?

I like to ruin respected brands, and put anything that can love me out of reach.

The sea is disturbed and the moon is agitated into a shade of red.

Mercy has been curbed, and protesters are gunned down into an unmistakable grade of dead.

That's okay, just pin a corsage on my lapel.

What a day, car running in the garage, but don't tell.

Ranchers think they can tame everything because of their generational success with cattle.

When you come face to face with an apex appetite, calmly rethink what will tolerate a saddle.

That status of all my relationships is touch and go.

If you want remorse for this, I'm afraid I don't have much to show.