Aqueduct

Ooh, your choice makes me furious
oh, the pain is vicarious
yeah, scar-covered memories
marking everything
ooh, your choice makes me furious
oh, the pain is vicarious
yeah, scar-covered memories
marking everything, marring everything

Alone in your basement, holding real pieces of you
and what used to be
and what could have been
I want to shut these shades in a book
or turn them loose into the night
or burn them up with endless fire, endless fire

One aqueduct to the other one's life
channeling elixirs more sustaining than water
one of two aqueducts diverting the same stream
one of two choices, marking everything

We could have done anything together
we could have stood so tall together

Together.

Solitary Confinement

Solitary confinement, leads me to this hole
find enough man inside there
enough to make you, enough to break you, enough to call it whole
Solitary confinement, hole I call my soul
find something to fill it up with
find a double-u, put it in front of this hole and call it whole

I'd rather not know its name
I want to stay the same
Stupid and afraid
Closed to any change

I'd rather not face myself
Live in a personal hell
Safe inside a shell
Never to go out all alone

I'd rather not...

Solitary confinement, leads me to this hole
find enough man inside there
enough to make you, enough to break you, enough to call it whole
Solitary confinement, hole I call my soul
find something to fill it up with
find a double-u, put it in front of this hole and call it whole

I'd rather not see your face,
I like it better this way
I hope that you don't mind
if, when I pull the trigger, I
look someplace else

I'd rather not...

Dust & Rust

7 o'clock, I can feel it, deep in my veins, it's there everyday
7 o'clock, I can feel it, there in my bones, it's the same everyday
throw me in the stocks, lay me on the block, swing from a rope
the first estate is ending

But this field still pushes grain
grain that turns gold
and gold that turns to dust
But this heart still pushes blood
blood that flows outside and
then turns to rust
How could you
turn my fields into dust
and my heart into rust
and say "it's all fair?"
It's not all fair.
But this field will grow again

Convicted of the truth, I don't feel a thing, marrow of my bones to swear on holy relics
revolution girl, doctors be damned, she is alive to rise against the reaping
breaking up the stocks, overturn the block, cut all the ropes
vive la révolution

Because this field still pushes grain
grain that turns gold
and gold that turns to dust
Because this heart still pushes blood
blood that flows outside and
then turns to rust
How could you
turn my fields into dust
and my heart into rust
and say "it's all fair?"
It's not all fair.
But this heart will beat again