quicksilver101

it's not as easy as going to hell running through starlight taking an exit no moon to be found pollution of the mind fear forcing you fear compelling you fear stealing your right to thought darkness is a thing of the past for our eyes looking  up only to find dull light bouncing back

i am so surprised i am so surprised i am so surprised we started living again over and over we let this dream envelope us (one         two         three         four) a routine for a chemical survival (five      six      seven      eight) pills needed to keep us right (    nine              ten    ) we can play this backwards we can keep tempo we can consume this sound crying as we look back remembering remembering remembering

in your pretentious bigotry, you strut with your flawless hair like no one else would dare, if the lights went out you would glow you have turned your skin into a mess hoping that you can hide your imperfections under that dress, lets all gather around and give you an applause as you tighten your own noose with your acrylic claws, this is not a song of love knowing you gave that up long ago, this is indeed one perspective of your life's story as you circle that drain.