*lyrics by s. keaton* that i could fail, think it not possible. i made a pact not to sleep in a box or embrace ideas that reek of paradox, if i desist i might not prevail ... over and over and over and over and over, over ... it's not your fault that it's not my fault ... over and over and over and over and over, over ... but we are both fucked by default. semi-conscious and not aware, vultures circle carcasses of my affection, not seeming to care for my predilection -- they should have made sure i was dead ... over and over and over and over and over, over ... it's not your fault that it's not my fault ... over and over and over and over and over, over ... but we are both fucked by default. not my concern if life has meaning, tomorrow sounds better today... not my concern if life has meaning, tomorrow sounds better than today... we don't necessarily believe in a morality that doesn't help us ignore our mortality. the dim lamps cast weak shadows across my desk ... weak minds won't solve conundrums; it makes more sense ... i won't play mind games no more; not worth the risk ... noisy fans stir up more dust, alcohol stirs what it must, passive voices lack options, harbor disgust ... like the rotting bottom of my bedroom door ...