It's the sigh of a building falling down. It's the world spinning us around. It's the slip of the surgeon's knife. Darker crimes of common existence. .
Paper crane and a dirty train. Trying to drive you away. The arrows fit between our lips. In the final stage. . Chemicals dissolve and the family disappears.
Ambulance, let me in. Don't make me stay here. Ambulance, hold your breath. We're running short on air. Ambulance, resuscitate. . At the edge, you see clearly I was dead.
Dead songs are drowning out voices of compassion. With a sigh, alright, alright. Deadlines are winding down. Fatal clocks keep ticking off dead time. .
You are my blanked out pages. All the wasted spaces. The old weapons vanished. Spit blood at dawn, closed forever. . You're an ivory icon. Held in glass captive.