Good Friends, Bad Ideas

from by Bury the Machines

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(good friends)

Miles away in your head, bleak and desolate
all alone, bored, paranoid and homicidal
justice served by your hand
empty cups, swords of ten
loosen your grip on reality
obey your master

Hopes and fears bring your death
stand and be recognized
without warning, without mercy
your end came suddenly
sun will rise in your place
a transformation
pathways outworn, habits outgrown
buried with the machines

Monarch ascends across the sky, obliterated
a crimson, golden, cobalt shroud
sustains the mystery
I can never learn the motive
for your heinous exploits
the wheel turns, crushes your soul
you're buried with the machines

(bad ideas)

You can't go home again
your home is gone
you burned your phantoms to the ground
the nail that's sticking out
gets hammered down
you burned your nightmare to the ground

You can't go home my friend
your home is gone
you burned that story to the ground
the nail that's sticking out
gets hammered down
you burned you nightmare to the ground

No solution, mystified
and yet somehow
life goes on
No solution, Mr. Phi
and yet somehow
life goes on

credits

from Barbwalker, released February 27, 2016
John E Bomher Jr. - Guitar, bass, synth, programming, vox
Mark Serpico Jr. - Drums
Marina Piskareva - Viola

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Bury the Machines Chicago, Illinois

Bury The Machines attempts to cope with the inevitable burden of humanity; the depression, loss, and hardship that is the price of consciousness. A stunted wail of hope and providence transmuted from tragedy and suffering; the promise to the tortured souls, the outcasts and artists that can no longer trudge the path toward redemption alongside us. ... more

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