Lyrics Sturdy Dawn - Wreck and Reference

Sturdy Dawn

And back in that time I can remember
Walking around on an empty floor
With a box of nails half open
I remember that I was memorizing lines for a play
Out of fate, out of fear
The box, it was at least half open and at least I wasn’t hungry except for
thinking an idea like
Who cares what you live for in your garden?
The only things that will grow are pains
Coming alive before a sturdy dawn
I was pacing the garden, I was memorizing my lines
It’s just an old house, it’s just a condition I fear
Sometimes I’m afraid of sentences but sentences will never appear on a broken
television
They won’t appear on your broken phone
You are also broken, you are also tired
You are also car tires and the car tires are on fire
In the next life if you’re lucky
Does the burning pile of rubber that is actually you have to wait to burn?
Stop playing the dirty dawn like it’s stupid
Stop giving in to idiocy
Out of fate, out of fear
You were practicing your lines, didn’t you practice?
You fucking clown of fate
It’s just an old house, it’s just a condition you fear
These lines won’t appear on a forgotten television
They won’t appear on your broken phone
Out of fate, out of fear
We’re running out of things, can you wait or go to the store first?
I can’t tell that you’re not sick, you’re not tired
You’re just paranoid and nameless
Quit trying to blame the decapitated dawn
Quit trying to memorize my lines for a play I didn’t ask to be a part of
Before I was thrown vulgar and wet out of the tunnel
Out of fate, out of fear
Quit trying to blame the decapitated dawn
I’m just trying to memorize my lines for a play I didn’t ask to be a Part of
Before I was thrown vulgar and wet out of the tunnel
Out of fate, out of fear
And maybe I will see the sturdy dawn
Quit trying to blame the decapitated dawn
Quit trying to memorize my lines for a play I didn’t ask to be a part of
Before I was thrown vulgar and wet out of the tunnel
Out of fate, out of fear
And maybe I will see the sturdy dawn
Quit trying to blame the decapitated dawn
I’m just trying to memorize my lines for a play I didn’t ask to be a part of
Before I was thrown vulgar and wet out of the tunnel
Out of fate, out of fear
And maybe I will see the sturdy dawn
The present is a bloated pig
Floating in a blithe caravan
Of black trash bags to heaven
Scrape up whatever you can
To put together that tomorrow
Even though in present fever dreams
Who knows what it means to feel or see?
Or expect the pigs to tell apart the truth?
Confused about why
Some ideas persist
Some die a rightful death
Some reborn to die again
That must mean
The numbers didn’t help at all
Don’t punish me
If you won’t punish the «me» of yesterday
If I had two wishes
After cancelling your wishes
I would ask for
More silence, more silence
Claw my eyes out
If I had two wishes
After cancelling your wishes
I would ask for more silence, more silence
The javelin flying at me is my secret friend