Dean Parker - The Death Of A Certain Kind Of Life

So, so is this learning?
A way to stop hallucination, make sense of the world
But why when it's burning?
I could sit for hours and contemplate

There's a testing room to figure out your traits
Where being alone is clinical
To work out how it's all going to go until the crematory curtain stalls
This is how it is now but it's just like it was before
How could anyone ever think to know that this was the haze?

That this was the haze

Angel of the slow death, making me think
Is this a test? Simulation? Someone has to take the brunt but am I now a figure of
my own imagination?
We sit and talk America again
Thinking of our endangered friends
I can taste the church and their words refracting in the air
as I cling onto pushing on without them
They've hooked and readied themselves to reel in
But I'm a dog with a stare so strong that I can't take away focus from the birdbath
All that's left to do is sit and laugh

Let me watch your mouth as I Iay on your bed
Make auburn colour tears as I cry through your hair
And pretend that all my worries and my cares, they're like a snare, will fade away
Call it an endeavour, the shaping of a head
The sweat of an existence that's pulled apart and needs a friend
Soaked into your linen and stains what once was fresh but still you stay

Somedays I want to leave you behind
Sitting cold in a chamber away from the light
But others I'm glad to have you by my side
The death of a certain kind of life
Over my shoulder you're there while I write
Her on the other in the middle a war child
But you take me to the harvest darling you're my honeyguide
So thank you for the end of that kind of life

Written by:
DEAN PARKER

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