Step out of the car. Inner-city action. It's already won. It's already won. . Charges bring a swarm. To rumors of corruption. It's already war. It's already war.
I never know now what you want. You say nothing if you say it all. Never want to take a stand. Be outspoken in a spoken plan. . Listening, I'm not listening, to -.
Caught on a tongue that can never speak. Empty threats that scratch your cheek. Tattooed on in crimson red. Velvet bruise beneath this head. . Offer up another limb.
Caught by the light aware but asleep. Never as close as the friends that you keep. Drifting away on one final breath. The further you climb, calm silhouette.