Hold on don't pause for too long
Your second chance has come and gone
See this world? You saw wrong
Chance of survival’s ten to none
Baseballs and points go flying past
You got yours, I couldn't catch
Tally the scores of failed tests
Blind to the light, I'll see the rest
I see you there, you don't see me
You're not there and I'm not me
While you Kick back and laugh
And watch the old world turn
I figure I'm the one
Who found out it could burn
So batter up, I take the plate
In the stands I see your face
I'm looking up at you
Looking at someone else
I guess that he's the one
Who's walking in Memphis
I see you there you don't see me
A Polaroid of memory
Your pitcher takes the plate
He's here to win the game
My picture gathers dust
And slowly starts to fade
The stadium shines dark, I stand alone
Baseballs and faces come and go
You don't see me here,
I don't see you there
In my final play
I stand to catch the air
Of all these faces I don't know
In all this haze, where you still glow
In the small view we’ll be fine
I guess that even paper angels fade in time
I lay here fucked up again
A hero for you that met his end
Your midnight train going anywhere’s about to go
When there were seconds left
I watched them all run down
Swing and a miss and I'll see you around
Hold on don't pause for too long
Your second chance is dead and gone
See this world? You saw wrong
Chance of survival’s ten to none
Baseballs and points go flying past
You got yours, I couldn't catch
Tally the scores of failed tests
Blind to the light, I'll see the rest
This is a damn fine release. It feels genuine; at times even emotional (in a good way). It's fun and witty while also being pissed off in all the right ways. It's political, critical, and nonconformist. Yet it still manages to feel original in an arguably oversaturated genre. Nicholas Whittemore