Painted, Paper Exoskeleton

[Idlewarrior]

Body burning, set to smoke from broke out tension
Condensed in a compartment, waiting to back draft
Orange haze ate through the walls protection
With blind ambition, an act bold set in action
Through the windows, falling for the rocky depth

Hitting bottom, when so far on top
It’ll make you drop from the start
You’d think to yourself, when so far so good
Still irrational, but better off than before
Seems I forgot what it was that stood
Was it me? Or just a dream I dreamt torn

Ninety stories high, and it’s urgent
That I remember thoughts I’ve lost
They’re so far gone, So far from the top
But it’s important I try to remind
Myself, before time has burned

I can feel the pollution taste my body
I seem to like the way it bites
I can’t feel my toes, as I disappear
I’ve tripped before, but not like this
As I fall, I fear I’ve gotten closer
Closer to the worst
Closer to the worst person on this earth

And now I start to vomit,
My mouth, it opens wide
When you see inside, I’ve quite the appetite
But I hide it all, to keep a degree
Of mystery in my smile, in my smile

And I know that we’re in trouble
So I’ll try to pretend that I’m getting married
My face to the ground, eating naught but rubble