Under The Skin

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You showed me Dismemberment Plan
“Member, meet garbage can"
sixteen sings again
“You’re twenty-six
that’s one-third dead
bet on cigarettes
we could bump it up to half
or, perchance, some stronger stuff
and send her flowers on my behalf"

Who will crown the queue?
Will I wrap her up in you?
Will you feel it if I do?
Will you?

Emerald-eyed wolf ring
failed to fly on a blue-eyed thing
mock my maker each night
yet here I am, still breathing
some fucker flailing wild
like dying’s gone out of style
crawl the catwalk in bone
and I’m thrown to hanamichi
from the aisle

Who will crown the queue?
Will I wrap her up in you?
Will you feel it if I do?
Will you?

What blessed being
must sing inside your head
to find you moving masks
to the desk next to my bed?
There waits no spirit
in my voice or view
just a butterfly-brimming car's worth
of love for you

There is only you

Flesh frayed ‘round your fingernails
with a gash and a lash, skin-tight straightjacket jail
is snapped off your back with a sky-splitting crack
and, as a matter of fact, I was once too this fractured
and battered and cashed and trashed
and smashed and slashed
and far too fucked up to go back to happy
but life’s too scant and silly and strange
not to die laughing

So show me what’s underneath
just a peek worth laughing endlessly
show me what’s underneath
I’m at your altar
eternally.

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from Ten Masks, One Unknown, released June 12, 2015

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Jersey genre-mashing for sad sacks. Songs about driving, the East Coast, love and loss. But mostly loss.

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