To Make Ends Meet - My Rolling Blackout

Turn the TV off, no wait I need the sound
The silence is so deafening it's all I have around
The music and the words become a jumbled mess
What any of it means is anybody's guess
So plug my ears with cotton, soaked in alcohol
If it wasn't for the voices I'd have no thoughts at all
Secret messages bleed from the other side
Ear worm seed starts to breed so everything will die

Hold the antenna. I think it's coming in
Signal is fading. Failure to send

I have a cork board with photos maps and pins
I know it's all connected to all the seven sins
An evil bucket list that I lost inside the store
Winged it on my own then found it later on the floor
It was written in a language that I could not understand
Characters and symbols on the fingers of a hand
Then when I somehow understood, it disappeared again
But a whisper in my ear said begin the begin

My antenna is broken with aluminum foil
The retractable rod simply will not recoil
I need a better receiver but it's all that I own
Analog to digital I need a test tone
Calibrate my third eye, gouge away my ear drum
You know that I'm just kidding, a hidden message to some
They're all just stupid words in a silly fucking song
All that really matters is you fucking get along

Written by:
Nathan Ammons

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