You sit collapsed as an empty mind Last sparks dissolved until your last breath And the droning sound of tallow Replaces pulse with ink
It is lonely here Living in the hazy moment Between the alarm and the awakening Where the dream precipitates Madness as its encore
You are only half there The other half erased And brushed from the paper By the same hand that Fingers your id like a fresh scab Until you bleed a river of ridiculous
I see now it's not division, but subtraction You peddle your pieces To a man called compromise For a place in the greater scheme Until the only thing left standing Is the place where you once stood
You have just reduced yourself from static To dead - air - tonight
Or it could be the other way Take the wire to the other side Of this metal sky And you will see These stars are just projections This is not real Which means their thunder is merely a threat
Do you want to know the truth? They need you They are mechanical, maniacal, derived You couldn't drown in their gene pool if you tried But they're all made up in brilliant disguise Selling the very thing they most want But cannot possess - You
And magic is the key to their success A simple sleight-of-hand steals your autonomy Leaving you believing you are in control
Tell me, do you trust your judgement? (laughs) My friend, your id's been tripped Welcome to Metropolis