Threaded together, clicking like diamonds and
Drowning in molten gold, all torn apart like
Paper dolls, imprisoned in prisms and spawning
Rainbows; let's just make it go away with jars of
Pills and televised thrills,
Is nothing real anymore?
Dead roses, snakes shedding their skins, peel off
The silver and there's black beneath it all.
I want to fall into your rivers of fantasy and live
Within your bleeding heart but I can't let me fall
Apart. Just curse and scream your dying desires
Spiral into a world of rods and cones.
Cliff edges, high dramatics, 'cause we need to leech
Adrenaline from the collapsing
Lungs of a world with no breathing space, your
Pick-axe ribs spear pieces of my soul and make me
Want to fall in this coffin of sticks and stones and