Misguided satellite I circle by habit. Can't find my orbit to save my life. I want to fall, I want to burn. Like an ignorant crater less meteorite. . Long ago I was derailed, long ago the mission failed.
Old friend, they told me you were dead. the news broadcast, the funeral. 500 channels focus in. your love was. ravished, drawn, and quartered. the soil was swift to drink her blood.
To what end. . To what end do we proceed so boldly. If all we are is chemical reactions. Yeah and what world have you, so deftly sold me. . If you reduce me.
My lover's arms. Ooh they beg me to stay. But I know the storms. They will sweep me away. . My daughter's eyes. They are two tiny seas. Whose water will rise.
entertain the hope that somehow you'll escape me. weld the bolts and close the iron gate. drink deeply THE ILLUSION OF YOUR SAFETY,. my how wishful thoughts inebriate,.
It's coming down, it's coming down, it's coming down!. These clouds could never hope to save us. From such a juggernaut of weight. We all dance a jingo cabaret.
Mark me with fear and trembling. Send someone else instead. I know my world is ending. I can't repay my debt. . How can I carry such a heavy burden?. How can I move when I am paralyzed?.
The lion's outside of your door. The wolf's in your bed. The lion's claws are sharpened for war. The wolf's teeth are red. What a monstrous sight he makes.
I feel that I was meant for something more. My curse, this aweful power to unmake. And ever since you found your taste for war. You've forced me onto those whose lives you'd take.
We dream of ways to break these iron bars. We dream of black nights without moon or stars. . We dream of tunnels and of sleeping guards. We dream of blackouts in the prison yard.
True friends stab you in the front. keep you from getting what you want. when one more fix could kill you. they help you realize that. . you're more and.
Late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal. Red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel. My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up. And I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white.
There's truth beneath the floorboards. There's hope in brick and stone. But they tell me just to shut my mouth. Leave well enough alone. . But I think maybe all that's needed.