[Time]
And here we are right now sitting in the cafe
Your telling me life sucks and this is your last day
I guess we're all cigarettes, the coffin is the ashtray
Life is a movie don't leave early you are not a matinee
Regardless if god is real and we all have souls I'm heartless
I just want to see you smile and achieve your goals and spark this
I see my reflection in your scar, you're in the sky, the sky is starless
I'm dead in the tar pit, blame it on the markеt, blood on the carpet, I was the targеt
I’m looking at the sun I'm waiting for the moon it's just a balloon, we're gone
Each star is a tear, don't make anymore I wrote this song just to prove you wrong
I'll be dead already, spaghetti through this black hole
Tell the witch of the waste, I'll be on Howls Moving castle
They preheated the oven to 451 and threw the book of life in and cooked it to crumbs
Hold the fire and feel the numb, inhale the smoke deep in your lungs
This is how they take you, this is how they bake you
They make you get the ingredients then they eat the cake and say they made you

[Maudlin Magpie]
We immolate in saffron light
Our flame, a wick, through chakra’ed spine
Its taper holds these dreams through dawn’s
Eternal light phenomena

[Time]
We started this album 6 years ago the night before I almost died
That's a hell of a hiatus
Now most my family is dead but fuck it we made it
But is a word that was made for the tongue of the jaded
On Arapaho land speaking settlers language
They don’t teach history cause the truth is dangerous
What the fuck does this have to do with a moth let me explain it
Shame on you poets for loving death
The moth kissed the flame as it’s wings wept
Red larva in the gutters, the cycle continues
Listen to the screaming cicada within you
Break from your shell, your heart’s a cocoon
Meet me where the moths commune
Let's shoot out the street lights and fly to the moon
Tom said the stars are just glitter and doom
You can't spell mother without moth
Murder the m, it's other and lost
Isabellae you yearn for the moon
Each lamp is a lie, it's light's not true
Just like flags, wings are flammable
Just like Icarus' wings were candles
Make me hollow fill me with wax
My spines a wick, the cedar cracks
I can smell the frost greeting the dawn
I see ghosts of moths and the webs they've been on
On an endless road, there's nothing but the night
I just want to burn long enough to pass the light
The flame is not a metaphor the moth is not a simile
It’s a scapegoat for extinction, I'm a virus entropy

[Maudlin Magpie]
We immolate in saffron light
Our flame, a wick, through chakra’ed spine
Its taper holds these dreams through dawn’s
Eternal light phenomena