[Verse 1]



Teeth marks on the skin

The greatest trick the devil ever played was to take 

away my friend

I got your face engraved into my flesh

So I can try to make amends with that day I won't 

forget

In Minnesota I flew in so that we could both record

Me and Kristoff Krane were supposed to go on tour

Nobody answered, we were knocking on your door

And when they carried out your body, I was staring at 

your shoes on the floor

Still the answers never come

Your funeral was beautiful, it captured what you loved

I sat there in a stupor, fractured by the hugs

That I gave your family members, growing sadder by the 

months

But I won't dwell inside the ends

And that's not what you would want, you would tell me 

find connections

To the world and to tell it my confessions

The hell that I invest in is a part of something bigger

Words that you would write, they would carve into the 

center

Right on target 'til they start to fill my heart up 

with the letters

Shadows have shadows and it's darker than remembered

When this story has an ending to the part I had 

together with my friend



[Verse 2]



Absence makes the heart grow fonder of the time before 

the absence

And the nights spent trying to imagine

When you played I was blinded by the magic you 

displayed

I tried to reenact it in a way

I need the dark today to see the stars decay

Cause if I can fall asleep, then I can dream we are 

awake

Another shot of Jameson and PBR to chase

Another conversation in a seedy bar to play, right?

Man, this side of me's the worst

When I'm terrified that all I'll leave's a dynasty of 

dirt

But you believed in me and I believed your words

So in turn, I believed in things when I would need the 

courage

To move on, on and on and on and on it goes

When I'm nodding off an awful lot to songs that you had 

wrote

I want to honor all the art and progress that you 

showed

I miss my confidant and honest talks allotted on the 

phone

With you Mike -- I wish that I could hug you again

It's getting harder to pretend and I can't undo what's 

been

Thanks for being someone I could come to, a friend

I hope I make you proud -- I love you, the end



[Snippet of Micheal "Eyedea" Larsen, spoken]



Isn't a person just a collection of their mistakes, and 

also their, kind of, undoing of their mistakes? I mean, 

what else are you? You know, you're always...you're 

always just the reaction to the bad parts of yourself, 

I think. And I think that's what is kind of like, a 

driving motivation behind any human being that's...who 

wants to continue to grow and live life. 'Cause they're 

looking at their flaws and trying to, go beyond it. And 

I think that a person, you know, essentially dies when 

they think that they found themselves, ya know? Unless 

you want to admit that you, yourself, are not an 

individual, and are just part of a whole...movement of 

ideas, and thought, and culture, and humanity and, 

furthermore, the universe, and everything -- unless you 

really feel like that, and you're walking through 

walls, you know, you are always trying to find 

yourself. And it's usually a person who believes that 

they've found "the answer" -- found "the end" -- that 

there actually is a psychological end. And then what's 

the point of, you know, doing anything after that?