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august everett - midnight prophet lyrics

seven hungry wolves in my lonely little heart
standing at the treeline making some art
slowly building up a following, i’m leading the pack
leaving tracks, i’ve already been there, there’s no going back

strike a match i think it’s time to play
i don’t have too long to stay, cease the day, all the fxxking way
chaotic energy running through my bloodstream
i am not a person, i am not even a something

i’m a n0body, a figment of declining mental health
i only have one question. can you tell?
running around erratic looking for pandora’s jar
i hate to admit it but i found it at thе local bar
looking for stars stuck in two+tone cars
drifting the galaxy you can say i’m higher than mars
find thе mirror stop and check if i’m still there
i never learned how to put any permanence in my objects

false halo on my head, flirting with death
learning the steps, thinking i can get away with one more round
let’s paint the town, and we can burn it to the d+mn ground

i can hear them now
“fxck, i think he lost his fxxcking mind”
i’m doing fine, i handle mine with the handle of prime
half a divine it will happen in time
storms remind you what it’s like to feel the sunshine

i’ve been talking to myself, and i’ve making some sense
any path you choose to take is bound to break you with some singe
you don’t ever win you can only learn how to pray
and hope that whatever you believe in comes and takes you away

it’s getting dark the midnight prophet starts to slur his speech
tongue+tied and tired with hope just out of reach
listen close and hear the final result
“psst, we can’t tell him that we’re starting a cult”

all agreed, coat a jar, and let’s get back to the basics
with all the love and all the makeshift little heavens we created
life is rather bizarre no matter where you go
you can choose to make your home right where you are
so we travel with debris, and we learn to breathe free
sometimes i wish they loved me to the point they want to eat me
sacrifice myself for the greater what do you believe in
my gang of heathens half dead and healing

on the ceiling watching the fire
holding back desire like a broken amplifier
as the choir sings and we release our grasp
we had a blast, but we didn’t have the weapons to last

entropy is beautiful, but it goes so fast
and then we store it in hearts, and we label it as the past
it’s like that, and there’s nothing we can do
searching for soul in the seeds of something new

“sometimes my heart just feels like it wants to give up
and then a voice in my head starts talking, and it creeps in, man
it’s this grand little thing and it takes hold
and that’s what love is
a tiny hook. puncturing you forever
it’s pulling and pulling, dragging you around
sometimes that almost feels like that’s what your lifeforce is, love
‘cause, what’s the point of anything else? you know?
if we can have anything in the world, what’s the point without love?
it doesn’t make any sense.”

- august everett lyrics

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