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Final Boy

by Mister Goblin

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Felt good enough so we got old To find a better way to be alone Marked sites that worked the best with garlands And some fitted nets from obits stuck together With the dregs of the wet food cans One more funeral, that we can nest in Time of year the tomato plants are wilting And you get ready to join the family plot You swear on a lifeless ficus that by the next venus transition You’ll be made whole and there won’t be no outstanding balance Just please don’t die, at least not while i’m still alive I can hardly recognize another face End of a life, hard won, draws the shutters on the sun But wait for me, i’ll be right there Wait for me before you go and die Please don’t die, least not while i’m still alive So much loss i’m desensitized now but not to yours It’s been that way too long, 50 years and still going strong Why would you leave me alone? Wait for me I’ll be right there
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Night lighting, on the emergency pull off area Do you think that we should thank god Or is it still scared of you Well all I know is that an appendectomy Wouldn’t do much to keep you close to me Is there a surgery, that would hold you still I know I cannot skip to my losing Another step before I sputter out Tuck you in for the fourth time While the paddles shock you back Cuz it’s a sin and the worst kind To go behind the back of a friend From way back when The only difference is the wait The only difference is the amount of blood Or the fact that there’s a pulse The only difference: they’ll pay attention For a month now, or maybe two Before they just cycle back to their own shit You’re sitting in the road while the jaws of life Slide through your car like a butterknife Did you hear a siren or an ice cream truck Still you escape from the cops And the river bottom Using magic, like you do Night lighting keeping you awake For us
3.
You roll your round bones on up An inclined lane, then hold your breath they glance off the 100 hole, and you feel one turn Closer to your death Three quarters left inside your chicken little heart And the sky is just stalling Your hands are pulling at the slinky now Just to separate red rung from rung Collapse a ladder to climb up Just to make it fast, just to make it done Two quarters slipped in the hand of that cold slot machine Living like an empty threat ‘Cuz nothing that you do happens You spent your lifelines calling on like minds Without the answers and now they’ve all come back To break your bank You spent your right mind shrugging like you don’t mind And every year the chip accumulates into a big ass mantle plume Built from your own Calderas that open wide once the magma dies and evaporates And then you’re fucked Say a prayer for your state park Penny for your invocation ‘till you’re Nickel and dimed, trickled inside the slot so easy It won’t ever be fine, so spit up a puss-mouthed dachshund now It’ll just wander out, it’s not that hard There aren’t that many places that it could have gone Living like an empty threat, cuz nothing that you do happens to anyone I’m living like an empty threat, cuz nothing that I do happens to you Or anyone for their entertainment, or any reason Not a one How can you be sure you’re trying
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Living off the slack of a pendulous rope that isn’t wound around Or even tethered to some anchoring point Gotta hand it to em they could fool you if their sweaty hands Weren’t so preoccupied by the friction of rope burn O.K. Everybody gets one, did you get one, roll up your sleeves Now that’s pretty good You gotta suck your way up, it’s option vampire They get an invite to your home to put those two holes In your throat for want of something that could staunch the thirst Cuz we’re not sexy teenagers anymore Feeding off the essence of the living and not just humans Goats for the chupacabra, they will eat them whole But if you want to test then there’s a vial with your own initials Scrawled across it in a language that you’ll never know Or learn to read, you’ll never speak I get an invite to your home to put those two holes in your throat For want of something to staunch the thirst cuz we’re not Sexy teenagers, just empty husks and we’re losing blood It’s as if we could only have enough for ourselves
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In the night you write it down to keep it from the day Research shows that this could help When palisades give way But it’s a lonely thing to do You make a deal with lucifer that he’ll pay for therapy If you pledge your mortal soul That’s way I’m fixing all the jokes I made here Because they’re coming back on me And I never thought I’d see the disease's etiology If you’re unhappy with the happy ending And want tragedy instead Don’t worry man, someday you’ll be dead And it hurts as bad as a pat on the back for trying To be good Fixing it is a lonely thing to do And it hurts as bad as a pat on the back for trying To be good

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Everything played by Sam Woodring

Additional vocals on "Option Vampire," "Be Right There," and "Night Lighting" by Jordyn Blakely.

Extra percussion and synth on "Night Lighting" by Michael John Thomas III. MPC on "Be Right There" and "Fixing the Jokes" by MJT3.

Engineered, produced, and mastered by Michael John Thomas III at Black Lodge Studios in Winter of 2017.
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released December 7, 2018

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