I think I'm a symphony
a dual textured
aluminum death machine
turned global for the cameras
but in the shadows?
oh babe, in the shadows
I'm as close to the second coming
as an overactive imagination,
the based perception
that Ill ever be anything
besides the right kind of thing
you waited all year for
She cries at night
and I think I die a little more
and the pieces I bury
carry me further
than I'd like to admit,
Im a graveyard most days
running on dead dreams
or full cups of coffee