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Twelve Step Sentence

from Cautionary Tales by The Oculist

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Won’t sustain
Feel no pain, just for a little while
I’ll keep it a secret for as long as I can
I’m so tired
Just a shadow of myself

The less I want
The more I need (just a little more)
Walking the tightrope across the fault line
Fail to see the demons wrestling with me

Keeping up appearances, I’m crumbling like the tenement buildings I’m parked between on the rain soaked streets in industrial estates, waiting for the man.

Make the call, “Yeah five minutes mate” more like two hours, beating of the rain marks every second deafening inside my head hammering every minute on the windshield

Knock on the drivers window, shit eating grin spouting some old nonsense story about “Sorry I was late because of business, anyway duty calls” and off again, just as quickly as he came.

Whatever, scored now, hands trembling, as the matches flame gutters, as I peer to see the works between my knees in the iridescent glow of the light shining on the dashboard

Climb the crooked stair
Stone around my neck
Given enough rope to hang myself
Bury me in sand
A mile from the shore
So shallow I can feel the rain

Climb the crooked stair
Stone around my neck
Given enough rope to hang myself
Bury me in sand
A mile from the shore
So shallow I can feel the rain

Evidence
Wash away (don’t leave any trace)
I know I can beat it but I need your help
So ashamed, every promise that I break

The lies spill off my tongue and you swallow them down, roll over for my pantomime, “haven’t eaten for days, can’t pay the rent” I’m very good at pulling on your heart strings

The heart strings connected to your purse strings, I don’t want your sympathy, just want your cold hard currency, cold hard cash for stone, this horse I’m riding is a dead cert for the glue factory

Crumbling like the gravestones in the cemetery, I’m kidding that’s enough of the gallows humour before I obtain enough rope to send me to the mortuary

The door slams shut and the needle slides in, up to my neck, if you don’t like the reflection, don’t look in the mirror, my hands are shaking, body’s aching, mind is screaming mind is screaming mind is screaming!

Climb the crooked stair
Stone around my neck
Given enough rope to hang myself
Bury me in sand
A mile from the shore
So shallow I can feel the rain

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from Cautionary Tales, released December 8, 2023

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The Oculist has been formed by two long time musical collaborators and friends Adam Dunn and Çağrı Tozluoğlu (aka Philamelian).

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