Black And White-Parquet Courts

[00:32.47]Nothing makes my heart so wild as being [00:35.24]In possession of a potent night [00:38.57]Racing down the stairs in a nude descension [00:41.50]Shedding and discarding my hide [00:43.56]But the bold strokes crack so quickly [00:46.19]And it's often that I wonder why [00:49.71]Dripping at the slow-motion rate of surrender [00:52.55]Hanging to my bones as they dry [00:54.60]How can I want something more than a new hell in which to fry [01:00.10]When I see in mostly black and white? [01:11.03]There's a sinful sort of side of being [01:13.84]So contained, a bit like being lost [01:17.14]Stumbling through the background like a small town loner [01:20.05]Quietly a-whisperin' my thoughts into my cupped hands [01:24.17]Folded and monk-like, at least that's what I've always said [01:28.35]How does writing letters from the lonely margins feel [01:31.07]When there is no hair on my head? [01:33.18]Is the solitude I seek a trap where I've been blindly led? [01:38.75]Tell me, where then do I go instead? [01:44.94] [02:17.16]When atonement comes in distant waves [02:19.85]I might wait until the next to break [02:23.25]Choking through forgiveness at a sunfly prompter [02:26.13]Staring through the back of my face [02:28.11]Its a vulgar, hidden part of being tethered to the world right now; [02:34.21]Spending all my dollars to remain a member [02:37.00]Nothing in my eyes but a scowl [02:39.01]Do I bother to define myself beyond what they allow? [02:44.54]Have I already forgotten how?