opaque hunger

clover lane and sargent street


i was walking down the street
what a shitty way to spend the day.
the walkways all were hustled
by thieving traitors and thieves.
i whispered to the hoaxers.
so here's to you, i'm sick of living the lie.
take me down and smile so high.
i've seen pretty clear, and the walls jumped to life.
such a shitty way to spend the day.
i never used to feel alive unless i was being used and abused.
took the torture, took the pills, took the hits, watched the spills.
so here's to yo you, i'm sick of living the lie.
let's put down these hands so capable of mass deciet.
here's to you, this day is perfect.
one fabricated sunset short of a given day.
everything's a farce. a hoax.
the weather is perfect, the sidewalk is cracked.
who really cares when it's all a lie.
such a shame, it really is that they are deceptive in all their ways.
here's to you. here's to smiling.
here's to you. here's to smiling.
cut loose these curling echoes, they'll find a way around.
what a way to spend the day. what else can i say?
a perfect stranger's all i am.
a perfect stranger's what i'll be.
a dying girl saw me come up, her eyes closing.
she said to smile. she said to lie.
pretend for her so she could die.
i smiled to her, and she kept still.
smile at me, i know i'm going to die.
i couldn't help but frown when i saw her eyes draw to a close.
deceptor, it was all a lie.
who really cares? it's just another one.
another casualty to the cause. here's to you.
you were the fallen, forgotten, used and abused.
such a deceptor, your life a lie.
i walked about the sidewalks.
they were cracked and out of focus.