Transistor Transistor /

A Sinking Ship Full of Optimists

erase the name and likeness
prepare my grave inhale the last breath
consumed whole in a stomach of silence
i swear to you i'm not like this
we betray ourselves betrayed by the past tense
and we choke and we claw on a mouthful of consequence
melting away my name and likeness
we're white blood and white noise
with static spilling out our pores
and all the words we never spoke
have turned to ash inside our throats
and now we sink until we float
we swear we're not like this
but our only trait is death
and we'll sink until we float
we'll sink
we're sinking