New Jersey

they make the bullets that i use
my mouth is my gun, and my words can kill
just remember when this is over
i met the devil, and he has wings like mine

if heaven is as cold as they say,
i might as well take advantage of your breath while i can
there's nothing in this everything
and as my candle winds down your clock flickers short
he said there was nothing he could do about the light
so petal to lip i drew it cordially
and nothing could have been better than that line

i could marry your language

or just breathe
slow down dear oracle i'll create a better promise
as long as your factory keeps producing the masses
melodious effigies of lore and day dream forever surrendered in chaos
it's obvious you're shutting down
but don't let the drifter interfere with your immense probabilities

it's clear at this point i'm labeled Ever
so letters spilled and scrambled together
just remember when this is over
i met the devil, and he has wings like mine