Brush it all to the side,
who cares what I want? Just let the desires subside
you'd think that after all this time the feelings would die
who can see my denials?
choose peachy trials to lose my gleaming dial
badges are bruises,
to catch a fool is an easy proposition,
pad the task in the truth to keep true thoughts hidden
the few are the largest, brutal targets hoarding what glistens
not many talk and even fewer listen
soul's not for sale, can I refuse business?
consider this a suicide, the shooter's the only witness
wild stories, the only way to score a globe's attention
forgotten myths, confused with lore and dismissed
weep for lost babylon,
the bleeding god, the forgotten sheep slaughtered in a forest of evil fog
bordered by a sea of faults,
fleeing mobs turn to see the holocaust and become kings and queens of salt
screaming shots, police and chalk,
wingless fallen demons walking among us as people...