Untitled Song

This one's for you Leon,

 

I woke in a nest with a spade in my left toe

Seeing people lying dying in the at sea

Hair blue and lights electric yellow at the end of my words

Wine everywhere turf on the floor

 

My mother looking in the crowd saw nothing inside

Fear seeping in the overcrowded phone booth

Far away a bunch of sirens yelling to the deep tin

A man stabbed in the back litter covering the path

 

Truths flying around me unknowing where they tinkle

The ceilings of crumbling houses made of blood red stones

Beetles crawling on ceilings believers swimming in gutters

I wonder why the computers don’t respond to my wrath

 

Chorus

Tired and gruesome heroes and I don’t know why

Empty calls and pockets with no money to smoke

Surprised I am still abandoned surprised I’m staring at you

And everywhere the flashlights speaking of this crazy spots