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6:06 p.m. - September 20, 2001 ------ firy red like flaming lips, metal tips plunge deep, splinter thousands torn, millions shocked the hunger is born take the ship's wheel spear the bottom with knives let the water pour in, same outcome, destruction, death this is both ways this is a drug this is the apocalypse done in one day we've done it for years the man at the helm overdoses each day on pride the power drug the disease kamikaze, silver jets safe, high don't call him a coward don't kill his dying wish avenge, avenge, but what will it bring? self-destruct, x years inevitable so go ahead, speed it up ----- i must have been sleeping under the bed when i said what i said... weeping and hiding behind thinly veiled insecurity, pleading instability. drugged on numb pills, pretend i don't mind, pretend i don't notice i'm selling my fear, or tracking my every move in the mirror. i'll let you believe you're my saving grace, the only face i'd say this to, it's even true. this moving truth, i needed you! take this revelation with a modest face and pretend you've never heard it before, carefully hug me and open the door. i linger on the brake like i'm waiting, self-consciousness fading.. you glow, back-lit, in the streetlights, you hesitate, smiling... i say goodnight. it's always so hard to leave you, impossible to return from the world where somebody's there, where i like to pretend that somebody cares. it's always so hard to leave you. caught within your spell, i almost believe in you.
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