Say you’ll never run, to outrun a fleeting feeling
terrified, the magni-fied voices in the storm
tell fairy tales and fables of how we’d reach the sky.
To soar like the eagles, get close to the angels
And Oh Oh,
Though I knew it was a lie,
the masochistic dreamer falls again…
I’m a rag doll in the gutter,
sharing fears with all the others
Charlie says, she’s never coming back
You can keep your needles and your sewing thread,
Here it’s sedition, a fight for munition
Behold… Behold; a grisly free for all
Greased-up for tomorrow, set fire to the engine,
making or breaking it today
And see for myself when I wake from this nightmare,
if the curtains of smoke still remain
Bittersweet and paranoid, dissension in your eyes
Battle for the grapevine,
trade daylight for cyanide
The buttons on her shirt, all undone but one.
Wine stains and burn-marks from late nights in dive-bars
I never meant to be, to be the only son
Drunkards and peepers,
and rats as gatekeepers
We falter here, beneath the neon lights
Where in red and in green emerge,
emerge disturbing sights
