Let's call this the quiet city:. Where screams are felt as a wave of stoplights. Drive through the the streets as gunshots punctuate the night. The sides we take divide us from our faith.
With fists raised high in tightened knots. The room explodes and now this blood is on your hands. And there is no time for a second chance. To paint my face with blood and tears and cover up.
5-4-3-2-1 Lets start a fire.. Burn this town from inside out.. Till no ones left alive.. And you can't feel the rhythm of your steps when you hit the street..
You can't undo the needle's damage. You can't unwalk a line once it's been crossed. This is why we sing such common songs. We live in a common age. Filled with the common rage.
When I first saw you. there were guns in the river. Black birds of warning. Circling high above the marquee where. The blue notes of lovers. Mixed with the loneliness of others.
A common threat sits in our house. They keep on warning me. But I'm not always listening. And yesterday I heard the news of fire at my doorstep. But this morning they're just disputing semantics.
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.
The leaves will fall. And so will you. When you do, bury me under them too. Seconds pass, we'll make it through. Eventually we all go home. It won't be long.
In the veins of the ultraviolet light,. The phosphor is starting a fire. Shooting up in the iodine;. Its turning on. . Rupture the wall around my heart.
Okay. We were safe, now we're paralyzed. Suspended in flight. At this speed it makes no difference. Where I start and where I end. Or if we're sitting in an emergency aisle.
Write these words back down inside. We have burned their villages and all the people in them died. And we adopt their customs and everything they say we steal.
Watched him walk away. Watched him walk away. Climb the endless shadow side. Watched him holding on. Watched him holding on. Watched him walk away. . It was a thousand years, a thousand miles.
Three chalk outlines sleep in the dirty street. And in our beds, under the sheets. They're the halo of guilt hanging around your neck. Next to the rosary you count falling asleep.
We'll all look the same someday. And even now the robot starts to think. I wonder what it dreams.
I saw you standing with a broken cigarette out in the rain.. I guess all our lives are a little less than they seem.. Now you're praying to the memory of a god you use to love.
In this blackout inertia will hold our thoughts. And the exit sign offers no light to see by. Can we cast our shadows alone in the dark?. I can't see without you.
A darker forest paints with blood in the sun sliding down its trees. And casts in relief the colors we have seen. And all the storms that we had been.
So I decide to close my eyes, and age, for while. Take a hint, relax, the time,. It's only thursday, to hell with this day. . Keep me hangin on, I can't remain.
We'll all look the same someday. And even now the robot starts to think. I wonder what it dreams. The tide is high on Fourteenth Street. . The rain comes in to clear the heat.