CODE703 (2019) (Remaster) Lyrics

So far gone, so far beyond any reconciliation

Felt my organs tumble, I received the confirmation

You were gone for good, goddammit, I should have recanted my regrets

So your ever-lonely soul would never feel like it beget

The beginning of my downfall, it isn't over yet

It's entirely possible that we'd be reunited

If we can just disseminate your feeling oh-so slighted

It's true I know I screwed up, it's true that I'm a mess

If we could try again, then boy I'd be so blessed

Ne'er again will I corrupt or commit a cardinal sin

Remember when I'd fly to Georgia just to make amends?

My error's almost palpable, but trust I understand it

Precipitate the palpitation of my heart through candid photos and statements,

I know I'm late to pay rent

I got a lot of fines and fees, so please don't leave me stranded

I'll engrave these words upon my soul to conjure heaven

Then I'll beg the lustrous deities my failure's impact lessened

All of my mistakes are carved into the tree of life

My strife is constant, never-ending I'm aching for new beginnings

Celtic triskelion, Oroborous cycling

The demons never leave me and I'm aiming for requital, see

My guilt is weighing heavy

Like an overflowing levee

My consciousness spills into a mold awaiting pressing,

Everything is fleeting

Life, love, and whimpering

There's nothing here to fear

Yet somehow I'm a mess

Often called a pest, and so I hide within my shelter

Never wishing for the freedom of a friendship helter skelter

Unrequieted love's like being teased by several seraphim

And all I ever wanted was a regular fucking relationship

(If you make friends, you'll lose your humanity

If you have friends, you'll have to take care of them

If your friends get hurt, you'll get hurt too

If your friends are sad, you'll be sad too

In other words, you'll have more weaknesses

That's a weakness as a human being)

Hello, imperfection, it's been a while

How you been? I've been swell myself till I remembered you exist

Nothing's as it should be, Shyamalan, what a twist

Consciously I represent the truest state of zen

But in the end, the fact remains I'm anything but content

Loathing all my deeds, and yet I fear a conscious shift

That's why I drive an automatic, let me be emphatic

Cruising like I'm losing every bit of self-respect

These tunes are for myself and all of the statues I'll erect

Of every one I've ever wronged, experiment like Sung Tongs

I'll question whether time will tell or if it's been denounced

Comb through our old letters like I'm hunting for a louse

Black box and school bus,

Cross-state commute was the true defining factor in acknowledging all my errors

Now I write these songs in the hopes that you will hear them

Lend me your fucking ear, please