following the path that they made for you
endless square slabs winding away from you
a scowl on your face tight like blood stopping tape
each hand only taking care of the other
sweaty, misled, hopeless little helper

wondering what you'd say if you didnt have to fake it
to the strangers in your home and the freaks out on pavement
i saw them shuffling through the crack beneath the door
and felt a heat break through me from my flaming core
it doesnt flare up that often anymore

i heard your giggly voice trip through sharp coughs
coming out of a machine that i thought i know i turned off
but ill keep sweating deep under suffocating sheets
till the mind sinks away and escapes all the heat
or just the parts that bother me

the fixed set of strangers in your life
the bases that you walk each night
are the weak sack of bones making these streets your home
flesh has burned, blood has dried
and now they're standing alone

loose screws under your theme park ride
will send all of your dreams into flight
your parents and their shameful crimes
they will die, they will die, they will die

i'm here again with my violent grin
and a large back seat to carry you in
now is the time to decide who you are
and to watch from the car the world that you're in
because it works alone and never looks back
and would most like to be an endless, stormy sea
whose waves would have none of me

when i'm leaving fast on a plane
i'll see the city through the thick, plastic window pane
it'll be a flickering bed of embers babe
a fire dying out
when we're cruising high in the sky
i will greet that fiery light
that will teach this thing to break and spin toward the sick stillness of its end
but in deep, boundless sleep
even the thought is enough for me
when the uniform is rags at my feet
i will find my restful peace

it's too bad the fantasy never satisfied the energy
it's too bad they made me in the city
for the love of anything

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