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var index = "we never need a reason we throw ourselves to the floor we destroy our history together we climb up rusted crooked ladders and breathe the safety of our lies we walk in a daze in the ruins we raise our flags while they're burning we <a href='http://youtube.com/watch?v=3h9Jyf7CNpc' target='_blank'>watch</a> the factories ignite we say we can't <a href='mp3/shootingspires_right.mp3' target='_blank'>hear</a> what they're saying we tear off our silent disguises we dance around the fire in the night we laugh as the static consumes us we know we're right we taste the deadliest of poisons and curse the morning and the night we seal all our doorways and windows we hammer the nails into our coffins we bludgeon all our fears sharpen our knives we scratch the surface of each other we know we're right waiting too long for an ideal situation she's getting a little impatient we're rotting from the inside out facing the fact that has turned into a fiction she's ignoring her own predictions and vanishing without a sound follow the seams of a calculated daydream we lost the edges in a rude awakening and went to war on our careless doubts clutch those embers taking too long to come to a decision her plans might need a little revision a lost direction in the crowd drawing a line in the air for a fool with vision blind to inevitable collision exploding without a sound fleeing a feeling overt serene chasing a tangent still caught between prize and reprisal a self imposed quarantine what once was certain now unforeseen bathed in the soft light of cold machines divide and conquer the hours lost in quarantine flood of choice broke through a damned routine no answers scroll on a pulsing screen missing the missed things ignore you dreams in quarantine alive and well we wished each other all we ever wanted thought we had forever then the sidewalk cracked steam rose from the fissure while we fished for foolish answers the first one to dive in's the first to never come back and so began the hard return to wrong turn origins unprepared and running scared from widening holes it's time we looked for far more fruitful forests to forage in the case by case solutions become mythologies told the tastes of past tense accidents continue to haunt us it smells of fear and <a href='http://www.myspace.com/shootingspires' target='_blank'>stinks</a> of a failing plot device arguments still echo while nostalgia taunts us we read each other stories of dead men and mice and since evincing pleasure in the swell of indecision we wince at the princes as they lose their voice they tried to tell us it's never gonna get any easier they tried to <a href='#' onclick='swap(show);'>show</a> us how we never had a choice confused and bruised we stumbled into a concrete clearing gathered there and gasped the air's last bitter rights we crashed into each other blindly lost our bearings collapsing singing to the vast deserted night we learned how to love simply by disappearing and closed our eyes as the earth gave way you can bleed until it stops you can drive to almost anywhere you can drink a million drops you can thrive almost anywhere but oh the places you haven't been and oh the other choices and oh the face you forgot and the voice you remember you can count the reasons why you can burn your last possession you can tell yourself another lie you can ask a million <a href='mailto:shootingspires@gmail.com'>questions</a> frozen stares forgetting origins familiar in their frequence counting silently the painful passive sequence passing by who knows who cares the cry responding to the questioned obsolescence rounding up the hours captured so much time left to defy rattled on the rails the lights strobe dusky through the dirty windows tunnel vision block the strangers wary passengers denied hurtled stationary huddled like old lovers in a fight pose funneled to forgone collisions with a passion petrified locked in a moment of constant <a href='http://www.cardboardrecords.com' target='_blank'>arrival</a> gathered here to get to there to get to where we're alive shocked by our plummet towards the snare of survival has our fear left us weary waiting here till we arrive a hollow yell a fallow hell a fellow bellow follow well these eyes don't know how blind they've been these hands can't feel the holes within i'm taking a branch from the tree and trading a sky for a sea i'm breaking the fall with a smile awakening a new denial review revile a new denial these thoughts return like birds in spring i'm caught unlearned with these words for wings radios blasting white noise recover under cover of night rejoice in another's arms silent alarms cut the power cut the lights refract through cracked glass ask the wrong questions right till the teacher's disarmed tides turn slow relentless lessons learned from burned books with charred pages torn once they lose their charm faster master pass the sad pasture share with the class the bastards can do no harm counting distractions daily feeding a faceless fear charmed by a harmless failing ceding a graceless year is this the fever speaking anachronistic cheer force fed ravenous seeking we're just so happy here let it go so i guess we're not gonna make it but at least we've come this far and we know that there's more than one way to go but here i am and there you are <a href='#' onclick='swap(look);'>look</a> at all i've accumulated paper layers of disregard but i can't throw it away and i'm spending all of my days hiding from the newest scars";

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