GhostMachine
10/25/07, 01:55 PM
Fires grow as the water sprays,
houses fall and children scream,
graves are dug in the back of minds,
body counts begin to rise.
Hope was a fixture in a wall,
it broke down and was never replaced,
so no hope ever came.
Wishes spent on pennies in wells,
dreams thrown down into the watery depths of hell,
echoes of torment ring out in the silence of the days.
Skylines across the city background,
bring forth fantasies of being a super hero,
and saving all the screaming boys and girls,
when buildings begin to fall.
Ambulances filled with schizophrenic activists,
they're suffering seizures after downing,
too many pills of ecstasy,
cause they wanted to see what life was in a dream,
while the world revolved in the sounds of the traffic lights,
echoes of friends begging for you to come back to life.........fade away.
Magnificent lamp shades and couches hide dysfunction,
we search for the excuses to escape from dinner tables,
talks and conversations of past experience,
dreading the return of memory and all the while,
we loathe our inability to take hold and let go.
Skylines across the city background,
sirens in the distance bring forth wonder and amazement,
as acid trips fly by on wings of gurney wheels,
we smell the hospitals in the air,
and wish to be super heroes to save the fair.
Darkness comes after the sun,
streetlamps always making shadows,
we're followed by ourselves in a mysterious way,
while trying to be part of this,
the fires die and the dysfunction fades,
but only while we sleep with delirium.
Skylines fade and aeroplanes fall,
streaks through the clouds tell us all,
that in the flight of metal birds,
there is way to escape earth.
houses fall and children scream,
graves are dug in the back of minds,
body counts begin to rise.
Hope was a fixture in a wall,
it broke down and was never replaced,
so no hope ever came.
Wishes spent on pennies in wells,
dreams thrown down into the watery depths of hell,
echoes of torment ring out in the silence of the days.
Skylines across the city background,
bring forth fantasies of being a super hero,
and saving all the screaming boys and girls,
when buildings begin to fall.
Ambulances filled with schizophrenic activists,
they're suffering seizures after downing,
too many pills of ecstasy,
cause they wanted to see what life was in a dream,
while the world revolved in the sounds of the traffic lights,
echoes of friends begging for you to come back to life.........fade away.
Magnificent lamp shades and couches hide dysfunction,
we search for the excuses to escape from dinner tables,
talks and conversations of past experience,
dreading the return of memory and all the while,
we loathe our inability to take hold and let go.
Skylines across the city background,
sirens in the distance bring forth wonder and amazement,
as acid trips fly by on wings of gurney wheels,
we smell the hospitals in the air,
and wish to be super heroes to save the fair.
Darkness comes after the sun,
streetlamps always making shadows,
we're followed by ourselves in a mysterious way,
while trying to be part of this,
the fires die and the dysfunction fades,
but only while we sleep with delirium.
Skylines fade and aeroplanes fall,
streaks through the clouds tell us all,
that in the flight of metal birds,
there is way to escape earth.