I am hound of devotion and hound to go on with this
I am hound of an impulse pursuing a consequence
This is my statement, you are my witness
This is my alibi, here's the perscription
Dearest friend, we meet once more
"Hey, haven't we met before?"
ER trips, IV drips, offerings of shoelaces,
offerings of blood in our own private waiting rooms
Doctors like priests in their booths of confession
I punish all of them by saying nothing
At night, I dream I'm sent down a hall to a courtroom deserted
I face an empty bench, a nervous laugh, then I pause
and to the wall, I testify,
my voice so weak I could hardly believe it was me there
When I call out, I am met by a silent gaze
Vacant motels on dark roads off the interstate
I scan the barren landscape for security
cameras, stare longing at CCTVs
The only living beast is great and fearsome Substation
For a moment, as it sleeps, I close my eyes and I'm perfect
as the prophet and the Sight
and solid as the curtain of reason between them
If you have nothing else to do, I'd love to spend the day with you
If all your plans have fallen through, I'd love to spend the day with you
We'll sit together, searching: "deadly snakes" and "full fights mma"
and "knockout compilation boxing all time greatest counter punches"
O prayer that hangs my every dream
O Friend, Contender, Judge, and Witness
I only mean... I like your knife, I like your temper
Don't pity me
Or I could stay home every night
"I'm sorry, but I must decline, I don't go out in the rain"
[Part 2: Contender]
In telepathy of moment, I can't distinguish my own will
so you make your point to see if, by the twisted and humiliating
sickness of civility, by rope of common decency,
if I will pardon you until politeness brings the death of me
You grab me by the neck, allowing me to demonstrate
whether I'm a sleeping wolf or just a pacifist deranged
When contender meet contender, and the rest is left unsaid,
every ruminating doubt will be exposed
When contender want contender, and they want each other dead,
every offense will be countered
I look out to the scene around us with my back to you
What I mean to say is, "Spare me," what I say is, "Pretty view"
Will drags like an anchor heaving psychotropic visions
and I'm back where I began
with everything I've held too long
corroding in my hands
[Part 3: Will Come Racing]
And if by chance we meet once more,
"Hey, haven't we met before?"
I'll say (polite but unyielding)
Still, you can be sure,
I will be there
I will come racing there to meet you if you call
I will be there
I will come racing there to meet you if you call
I look for you
Every day, I'm searching point and line and plane
In every crowd,
I spot you leaving from behind but you never show your face
I think of you
Oh, it's subliminal, sublime, the hope alone is still divine
I will be there
I will come racing there to meet you if you call
I will be there
I will come racing there to meet you if you call
