Micheal

Brands of teeth on the skin

The biggest trick the devil ever played was to take my friend

I have your face engraved on my flesh

So I can try to make up with that day that I will not forget

In Minnesota I flew so we could record

Me and Kristoff Krane should go on tour

No one answered, we were knocking on your door

And when they held his body, I was looking

At his shoes on the floor

Still, the answers never come

Your funeral was beautiful, captured what you loved

I sat in a stupor, fractured by the hugs

That I gave to his relatives, getting sadder for months

But I will not live inside the ends

And that's not what you'd like, you'd tell me to find connections

To the world and to tell my confessions

The hell I invest is a part of something bigger

Words you would write, they would sculpt in the center

Right on target until they start to fill my heart with the letters

Shadows have shadows and are darker than remembered

When this story has an end to the part

I had together with my friend

Absence makes the heart grow fonder of time before absence

And the nights spent trying to imagine

When you played I was blinded by the magic you displayed

I tried to reencry in a way

I need the dark today to see the stars decay

Because if I can fall asleep, then I can dream that we're awake

Another shot of Jameson and PBR to chase

Another conversation in a decadent bar to play, right?

Man, this side of me is the worst

When I'm afraid that all I'm going to let is a dirt dynasty

But you believed me and I believed your words

So, in turn, I believed in things when I needed the courage

To move on, so on

When I'm waving a lot with the songs you wrote

I want to honor all the art and progress you've shown

I miss my confidant and honest conversations

Distributed on the phone

With you Mike - I wish I could hold you again

It's getting harder to fake and I can not undo what has been

Thank you for being someone I could come to, a friend

I hope to make you proud

I love you, the end

Is not a person just a collection

Of your mistakes and also the kind of undo your mistakes?

I mean, what else are you?

You know, you're always

You're always just the reaction

To the bad parts of yourself, I guess

And I think that's the kind of driving motivation

Behind any human being who is

Who wants to continue to grow and live life

Because they are looking at your failures

And trying to go beyond that

And I think a person, you know

Essentially dies when he thinks he's met, you know?

Unless you want to admit that you, yourself

Are not an individual, and are just part of a whole

Movement of ideas, thought, culture, humanity

And moreover, the universe and everything

Unless you really feel like this

And you're walking the walls, you know

You're always trying to find yourself

And it is usually a person who believes

To have found the answer

Found the end

That there really is a psychological end

So what's the point of doing something after that?