Jason Byers makes sculptures in Cleveland

Love Letter Rough Draft

This heart of lead, well…it hasn’t been broken
It’s poisoned my blood 'cause I can not forget you
I had it cast in the mold of a grenade
You pulled the pin that’s when the damage started
Losing my mind has come at no surprise
It’s one of my talents that I have been blessed with
I sing with a mouth that’s been force fed with paint chips
I watch with eyes that have been poked out by pencils
So sorry now look what you’re missing out on
By the time you realize more than my brain will be gone

Attraction, Repulsion / The grass is always poisoned
You’ll see it, Believe it / No time machine can change me

Loose nut/ Loose words
Loose ties / Loose life
Loose bowels / Lose girl

I’ve hidden memories so well I can’t find them
I’ve packed up belongings so well they can move on

From the Disengage recording Application for an Afterlife
Released on Fractured Transmitter (US), Daredevil Records (EU) and Daymare Recordings (JP)

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