I
walked out and thought for a time I could see no defense, and I thought
for a while you were me, we were wrong, in our time, always down, out
of line.
I
relaxed from the days filled with bloodsport in vain, and returned with
the knowledge that we're two the same, two in Hell, two set free, too
alike, you to me.
And
we watched everything pass us by in due course, always tied by a mutual
feeling that lost, we were two, two in hell, two set free, known too
well.
In
the back of my mind, all I feel is mistrust, in the back of my mind,
all I see is the dirt, segregation of thoughts, ideals turning to dust.
Where some houses once stood, stands a man with a gun, in some neighbourhood, a father hangs up his son, in the back of my mind.
Don't
think I'd have stayed just for one more day, it seems so much like
home, no room to go astray, don't think I could watch - with mindless,
empty tasks, intake moving in, forced to walk a lonely path.
Pictures
all around, of how good a life should be, a model for the rest, that
bred insecurity, I walked a jagged line and then came back for more,
it's always in my mind, an institution with no law.
I
can see a thousand wills just bending in the night. And all the pretty
faces painted grey to match the sky, from a distance seeing friends
just washed up on the shore, a picture in my mind of what's to come
before the storm.
In time, we don't belong in our own lifetime.
I
can hear the voices lost in echoes as they build, new homes to hide the
sadness that the search for more had killed, from a by road seeing
friends just washed up on the shore. Picture in my mind of what's to
come before the storm.
In time, we don't belong in our own lifetime.
I
can feel an emptiness and see heads held in shame, trapped inside a
legacy of everyone to blame. In the distance see myself just washed up
on the shore, a picture in my mind of what will come before the storm.
In time, we don't belong to our own lifetime.
We
won't crawl and never show our faces, we'll stand firm and never show
the traces, of the fear we knew but always could disguise, of this
sinking feeling hid behind our eyes.
Nothing
seems real anymore. Even the flames from the fire seem to beckon to me,
drawing me into some great past life buried somewhere deep in my
subconscious, if only I could find the key..if only..if only. Ever
since my illness, my condition, I've been trying to find some logical
way of passing my time, of justifying a means to an end.
He
desires love, in some special way against all perversion, fed with
fruits of decay. He remembers, how the guilty have seen, all the pure
but selfish, buried deep in his dreams.
He
sees a vision in the sky, looking down on him, calling him by name,
yeah he sees faces from yesterday, of what might have been, but the
past must still remain.
He
desires love, not some perfect affair, in hotels of steel and glass,
just to cross on the stairs, but he can still see, all the angels in
time, as his dreams of ecstasy, turned to nightmares of crime.
He
sees a vision in the sky, looking down at him, how the past will
remain, yeah he sees a vision in the sky, staring down at him, he'll
always see the same.
Sure I'll see you down, you do for me I did for you, cure just takes you down, we're down for good that's understood.
Door
slides open, Johnny laughs. A view from above sticks his head out of
the window and dries his eyes. I remember a winter sometime ago,
angular patterns formed deep in the ground, where someone once stood.
White on black, white on white. Echoed voices bouncing off the
buildings around.
A
ramp to the trees and trees all around, I remember a tear, frozen white
on white, I remember nothing. A grey saloon, Johnny sighs, winds down
the window and stares at the road.
Some
things never make sense, crouches shivering in the corner, blanket
'round your shoulder, hot then cold, cold then warm, pulse is racing,
slowly racing - stopped. I remember nights listening to untill dawn, I
remember nothing. Some things never make sense, a fear of stepping out,
Door slowly opens, Johnny sits on his bed, lays down and dies.
A
wider alliance that leads to new roads beyond the limits, holding
hands, jumping off walls into dark seclusion, cut off from the
mainstream of most intimate yearnings, I left my heart somewhere on the
other side, I left all desire for good.
Clinging
to naked thought, impossible tactics worked out for impossible means.
This is the final moment of respite. The final page in the book. A
bitter challenge between old and new, with one last warning.
