This is the price mother, the lie I am won't stand much longer, their laughter is growing huge and monstrous devouring the sky.
I believed to be above, now I realize I was always under, this was only the end of the page, the last cigarette, another mistake to wipe out from my bed.
Hummingbirds below the blankets shake their wings in your lover's ashes. That sun went blind and eyes grew to your new light, to wipe all fear away...
Into the game again... knees, elbows, heart ablaze. Too many layers of paint, over my childish ways. Too many broken smiles, before this even starts. Into the game again, I didn't even say YES.
You speak of gratitude but I ain't getting nothing in return. The fox took for granted and the hare, sharpened it's teeth and claws and said: "you may have won this land, but, wait!!... Who gave you power over my name?" I see your gun charged, I lost the gaze, into those eyes so briefly blessed... Until the light completely fades... Until the last chance is erased.
And I could love you like the girl I was before the tiny wars of hate came bombing down to carve my trench, where trust and lust became the game I knew too well, and in my bed, became the poison on which I fed.
And I will rise up, again and again
And I will rise up, ignore the stain.
(You disown what I built, I deny what I feel... and the countdown as wrong as four, one, three)