Story Problem - Envy Corps

This is a jailbreak
This is a Thursday afternoon
But I didn't mean it
No I didn't mean it!

I'd never get that far
My baby short breath wouldn't do
But you took it serious
Took it too serious!

You accused me
Of wearing movies in my eyes
But I still love you
Of course I love you!

And so I countered
You do the same, my Annie I.
And you closed them so fast
And you closed them so tight!

(La la la la la la la la la la)

If we're
Such good friends
Then why don't we act like it

I think it's time
We covered up our deaf spots now

Rhinemaidens - Envy Corps

I met you in the middle of a raincloud
I had just received the final blow, knockout
You, my smelling salt by way the sea
Oh, it seemed, as though I'd finally re-attached this phantom limb
Twitching into place where it had always been
Pins and needles felt like cotton

Laugh because you know you're free for the time being

In the dark, I can find my way because I feel the sparks
Surging from your fingers just like kind remarks
Telling me the day is coming soon
Would you be my Freia with her apples, or the seventh seal
Signalling the rapture and a call to kneel
"No" we say, cause it's not coming

I left you in the middle of a dustcloud
Hoping then to lose you like a ship in fog
But palms across the desert crossed the sea
Were my last words not quite as sobering as my epitaph
Faint hymns and unuttered oaths, they line the path
But I'd like to bypass ruin

Let's sing songs and spite the devil, spite the devil, spite him.

Wires And Wool - Envy Corps

One for the bourgeoisie
One for the row
The pace of the guillotine's quickening
Nothing can stop him for now

I'll be fine
Once I repatch these cables
To my spine
Thinning out like a skein of twine

In the time it took to write you this song
I could have crossed my last Rubicon
But the memories of fantasies of melodies
They strung me back along

I want out, out
Put me on a train anywhere South
I want out, all out
I'm prepared to drink a season of drought

I'll shake off
This dense desideratum
Like a slough
All hail to a mouth sewn shut!

And in the time it took to write you this song
I could have mapped a million ways home
All the memories and fantasies were fallacies
I'd missed it all along