• BOTH:
    It's raining, it's pouring,
    the old man is snoring

    ALEX:
    I can see through the window pane
    seconds of life refracted in factory set quadrants
    And no different from steel bars
    Or sports bars
    Or Mars Bars
    And far away in the depths of my mind
    The snow covered moutaintops are rooftops, I find
    Certainly, certainty is trapped somewhere beyond the edge
    of repeating numbers
    or beneath the floorboards

    BOTH:
    It's raining, it's pouring,
    the old man is snoring

    ANTHONY:
    It's very allegorical
    My words become historical
    the bridge between our two worlds is made of spiderwebs
    Thunder and lightning
    interweave themselves between the bonding mesh
    for the entertainment of the travelers between
    The vacuum pulls at our sharpened heartstrings
    my ears ring from the disconcerting echo of hypocrisy
    And inside of me, an inferno is intruding into the space between my brain and my tounge
    And through my shoulderblades run chains from which I hang
    I proclaim that all is lost
    and at the cost of our freedom they gained luxury
    They wrap us up in swaddling cloth
    and makes us sing like sluts that strut on the streets of Vegas because

    BOTH:
    It's raining, it's pouring,
    the old man is snoring

    ALEX:
    Eternal sleep, my soul to keep
    Prayers, et cetera, et cetera
    But the old man never wakes
    Much like a wake
    at a dance dreaming funeral
    Conciousness creeping ever so slowly
    until the luminescent life freezes with the brooke
    and the incandescent ambience moves close and lookes
    and like distractions or amnesia
    rolled up and inhaled
    a wash in parasthesia
    a permenant euphoria
    That always seems like something new
    Because another turn around the Lifetree
    opens up a new world that we forget
    we've seen a million times before
    And it's a wonder we dont get dizzy
    Instead, we just get high
    and fly through the crowds of eidolons past
    the strings sink through the flaws in my skin
    Or perhaps I've just forgotten them
    And it's something new again
    Therefore,
    Ergo
    Thus
    The long, spindly fingers stretch out across the world
    And all I can think about as I stare out the window...

    BOTH:
    It's raining, it's pouring,
    the old man is snoring

    ANTHONY:
    Enough with the Mother goose facade,
    wittness the hand of God
    Climb into the back of the hearse
    and take Highway 60 down to Fort Worth
    crash through the Hondas and Escalades
    all your escapades are frivilous
    Forgiveness? Never
    Trust me, it's better
    just as long as you never know the difference
    Hail pounds on the Hell hounds as they surround
    licking the tips of their fangs
    How epic
    Epileptic
    deceptive and rude
    your words are still crude
    Im back in the ampitheatre
    the lifewater's flowing

    BOTH:
    It's raining, it's pouring,
    the old man is snoring

    ALEX:
    Isn't the roar intoxicating?
    Lucid dreams
    are they real or an excuse?
    Exit signs are big and bright
    Isn't that enough?
    And you've yet to notice the scenery change
    From White to Black
    Isn't that how the Fight goes?
    We're so brazen and willing to die
    That we dont notice when the truth turns to lie
    But I
    just wrap the cloth around my head
    Dampness is comfort
    Darkness is escape
    Open my eyes and the moisture sinks in
    And my body mass has changed again
    I pick up the dirt that melts in my mouth
    And skip on the stones that float further south
    Down falling
    Gravity is ecstacy
    within evermore
    and forevermore
    every lore
    will tell the tale
    of the man who snored through the end of time

    BOTH:
    It's raining, it's pouring,
    the old man is snoring