Born Alone (iTunes Session)

I have heard the war and worry of the gospel Ferried fast across the void I have married broken spoke charging smoke wheels Spit and swallowed opioid I am the driver at the wheel of the horror Marching circles at the gate Mine eyes have seen The fury so flattered by fate Tonight I'd rather count the warm fuse internally Subtract the silence of myself I would rather choose the middle mind of mystery Reverse a riddle for my health I'll unwind strange rinds overpowering Toss the chimneys in the sea I believe I've seen The finger divine extremity Please come closer to the feather smooth lens fly Sadness is my luxury Will you weather, join the cold, come before I die More aware of it than me The valves are blowing stone The kids are unabashed Loneliness postponed Mine eyes deceiving glory I was born to die alone Alone