How did you know to find me here?. Tipped off you tiptoed to the tune of tapped wires. And insider information. . This manifested destiny. You think you can bestow on me.
Men are waiting patiently. Remove me from the scene. A sea of faceless souls in suits. A sight for eyes, like thumbs. Sore crooked and bow and foul relief.
The apparitions tango to the sound of their heels tapping. A procession of prosthetic limbs and mannequins. They're all perfect models of imperfection.
Alongside all hearts. As they finish with backdrop cities. As jagged teeth are digging deeper. Ripping new wounds for former scars. Stricken with insomnia.
Its the consequence of privileged information. You can run, you can hide but light will find a way. And wither away, haunted and haunting. We all are followed by shadows from martyrs and mercenaries.
Warden's callin' for a lock down baby, he'll call on interim inequities. This is the last night in my body, assist in the escape. Warden's callin' on a jailbreak baby, he'll fly like only a jailbird could.