Testo Time & The Sun

(A trial of mind where your environment
makes you a product of
instead of a reaction to
Tonight, I went counterclockwise with my coffee spoon.)

What a disaster!
Distract me from the world ending around me.
What a sweet disaster! How do we get out of here?!

Take me through this.
I'm slipping through the words.
Distract me from the world ending around me.

Look around, they're just faces passing by.
There's no wonder why.
There's no wonder why!

You left yourself on the edge!
You left yourself on the edge!
Don't leave yourself on the edge.

(Anna, I don't remember where you're from but I can feel you pressing against my pen through the other side of the page.
I'm leaving this song guillotined by the curtain call.
I'm putting my problems in poems and abandoning them there, unsolved.
I should be keeping my feet down instead I'm lifting off--
I'm a fucking whore, I'm a hand of the lord
trying to pull the devil out of a black top-hat. Anna, come back.)

Take me through this.
I'm slipping through the words.
Distract me from the world ending, around...

Leave, don't leave yourself on the edge.

Take me through this.
I'm slipping through the words.
Distract me from the world ending around me.

You left yourself on the edge!
You left yourself!
You left yourself on the edge!
You left yourself!
On the edge! Let me go!

What a disaster!
What a sweet disaster!