U Lyrics

This dog was dead on arrival

Sound of his clipped quick

Some say a prodromal spiral

Wax and wane of the wick

His eye as black as a bible

Caught in the median

Tacoma crashed with a handle

Level of urgency, Immediate

Auto-da-fé

Auto-da-fé

You take what you're given

And give what you take

Fuck

Was what I had not enough

Cast the words from your mouth

To hook the right shape in

In the hour of our consummate

May we be forgiven

For all our petty

Stupid

Childish

Faults

Tragedy struck and creased my hand

My palm lines ran like sinking sand

As I watched the apples fall

Just like the smoke slept bees

Not far from me

As the building pyre grew higher and higher

Across the street they watched on in silence

Our only audience

Where our favorite art was once made

In memoriam white rain

You could hear our tomb whistle and sing

Haunting what it once touched

Asking if it was good enough

Paging backwards and forwards through Scene

But not reading anything

Divine platonic madness

Supine crying on a mattress

My fate came with an untimely asterisk

Toeing the precarious line

Between real and realized

And asking back if I ever even was alive

I know what I know, and I know unknowns

But like Rumsfeld had felt

Blindly searching for a bludgeon to help

And liberate you our god-damned selves

In the next life

Maybe they'll sort us out

On the come down

The concrete went from white to red

Now a wet warm spot

Glowing on my head

I can feel me ascend

The dross burn from this bed

I've made

Where the dogs lay

Made it back in one piece

But what piece of me is left

Enough to bargain with

Or lose my fucking grip

Confusing lesser and greater than

For no signs of an exit plan

And too slow of a drawing hand

Not all dogs go

To heaven