The first impression you're boxed within
If I'm worth redemption I've got to sin
All the situations I've got us in
Now we play fight in the apocalypse
Hop scotching on monuments
Stubborn as the skyline
That splits and rips to fractals in the centre of the minds eye
Night skies rejected for prime time
Switch on and switch off as it flies by
Tick tock the game goes on but you won't watch on the sideline
Flames licking the wing span
Saliva singeing memories
Baring scars. Tearing hearts, ventricles dropped on cemeteries
Bombs away. You've got to stay
Forgotten days and solemn ways
Yeah I'm still the same guy... Still Weary of the cost of change
While the lost shot rocking costly chains
Guess the blocks hot but the frost remains
Gotta change the scenery
Rolling hills over made machinery
At my boldest I'm innocuous. Blindfolded in the metropolis
I did the jitterbug till I split the rug
And danced before the populous
Cavorting till the raucous stopped, and they eventually conformed and rocked
Swaying side to side, like pendulums placed before the gods
So maybe we are programmed...
Still I'd switch the channel
And If it's a stream we're rowing down I need to find a different paddle
One without these holes in