You’re like a slipped down missile
Without a guiding light
Ready to detonate in
Anger, gasoline and dynamite
Deaf mute sick of the daily grind
The rope around your neck is holding tight

You’re more than alive
Free that strange little other side
The animal you try to hide

A brand new version of an old story
Slapped your face out of wasted glory
Immersed to the neck and about to drown
In reality we’re all breaking down

(I’d rather not talk about it just right now
I’ll make no noise and keep polishing the crown
I can still give you a taste of tragedy
Forbidden fruit wasted for an afterlife of burn)