No collaboration. No prose.

[Awson]

Turn away and hide your scratches
Don't dare say what's out of fashion
If this game is not your sport
Scratch in symbols, bend, contort

Learn to love your bumps and bruises
Most won't find them so amusing
Search the stars for another
Find a sister, find a brother

Minor league still brings completion
The same game for the exact same reason
Less than perfect isn't deadly
When you're in a misshaped medley

[Awson]

Carefully,
They bounce their feet
Practiced steps
To compete

Artfully,
Not so discreet
Practiced words
Practiced speech

Squeeze the syllables
Jump the moon
Fight the monsters
Gloom, Doom, Doom

Slow down time
Tell a story
Your finger fall so slowly
It's ugly
Gory

[Awson]

A pressing cylinder
Fire in neutral
Explosions, standing
Still as death

Fight or flight
Feet as cold as ice
Depressing cylinder
The kind with spirals inside

Feet so asleep
Pounding heart
Bleeding keeps
Me from a start

Take the keys
Just let me ride
Autopilot, please
Clear the mountainside

[Awson]

I've been thinking for years
From my knees and from my nose
If anyone wants to hear
Please let me know

[Awson]

For a moment of time
I scream at the sky
A moment of sunshine
The next moment I die

Shadows crawled
Men's eyes' diverted
Shrieking, shocked
And then I heard it

Stop
Take it back
Jump into the sky
Revert to black

The angle from the outskirts
A distorted view
Use your imagination
To see like they do

We twist and turn
Into foreign shapes
Making strange sounds
Following our fate

Take a look, take a look
See what we've found
Whether it's a diamond or a rock
It drops to the ground

[Awson]

Writers Block is on the right track
But the fact is that I can't act
An idea out without a sting of self doubt

Philosophy is always hit and miss
It must be the shit or you sound like a kid

Wordplay is predictable
Rhymes stereotypical
Color outside the lines -- indigestible

The feelings of a stranger
Excluding a potential banger
Couldn't give a fuck less
Shouldn't spill your fucked-ness
On the fucking Internet

[Awson]

Reaching outwards
Fingers halted by glass
Fleeing inwards
Living each day in the past

Screeching clockwork
Grinding, stalling the gears
Screaming innards
Dying while you're halted by fears

[Awson]

It feels so good
He makes me laugh
He steals a look
I let it past

It's just friendship
We made it clear
Unattractive
I'll keep him here

I can't help it
I seek beauty
He helps a bit
Not so lonely

...

It feels so good
She doesn't hate me
I catch a look
It doesn't sate me

Enough friendship
It must be clear
All this courtship
The time is near

I can't help it
My sweet beauty
I threw a fit
When you tore right through me

[Awson]

I stubbed my toe
Joe has the flu
Lou broke his leg
Meg lost her job

My feelings hurt
Bert's girlfriend left
Jeff's son hates him
Kim can't have children

The odds feel stacked
Mac was molested
Ned killed a man
Sam is dead

Sure, all that shit sounds worse
But my stubbed toe still really hurts

[Awson]

Factory fresh
No date given
Flesh of my flesh
Being of heaven

You're given tools
Some things will break
You'll follow rules
Some to forsake

Challenges come
Find an answer
There's more than one
Try him and her

Endless problems
Some solutions
If you are not one
Then you are useless

[Awson]

Try to fight me
It might work
Claw and bite me
Make it hurt

Scream and shout
Tear off my clothes
Let it out
Let it all go

Do something new
I'm dying here
I'll do it too
Get out of here

Paint the walls
Style your hair
Fuck all this shit
I need some air

[Awson]

I've never been out shooting
I don't know how it works
I figured I'd keep reloading
Until an epiphany occurs

Tying to curve a bullet
Around this peppered target
Forgive me, I can't predict
Exactly what I'll hit

[Awson]

I'll blur the lines
We like smudges
I'm taking time
Making new grudges

Smudges win
Lines are stupid
Follow him
Finders/losers

Distractions
I can't think straight
Conclusions
Easily Faked

I'm falling down a drain so dreary
Circling, Spinning, Pissing, Grinning
But the paint/the smears are looking oh so pretty
Circling, Spitting, Grinning, how fitting.

The letters once a part of the foundation
Are a waste of time, were never in vision
But it's not the same, using nonsense as concrete
I can't really explain, but I think so, honestly

[Awson]

Depictions of Devils and Angels
Atop of men's shoulders.
Omission of several angles
Atop me sits a chorus.

The situation is simple
But nonetheless,
Deliberation over impulse
And nothing less.

[Awson]

The thunderstorm in your mind
Breaks apart into nothing
Their memories say you're kind
Reduced to such a simple thing

[Awson]

Before I begin
I insist you listen

There's a couple of things I need to say
So that your first impression of my thought turns out okay

Well it all started with my conceiving
Hold on, why are you leaving?

[Awson]

I am a savage with a pencil
Only manage meager scribbles
We are all reprehensible
The Savage and The Civil

I deny my own destiny
A leech and lecher
I am left to walk aimlessly
I reach for the ether

I suffer to separate from what I distaste
Snuffing out temperaments of how I was raised
I'm half of what I'm meant to be, and half of a dream
It leaves my limbs all uneven
I fall flat on my face

[Awson]

Walking on the moon,
Hit by a train.
Ruined brain.

[Awson]

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[Awson]

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