A nation of lies, we were born thrown in here. Bear, crawl out of your shady caves. See the neon, dive the nights. We got it all figured out. Sleep spent. I lay right beneath a dozen suns, a thousand sheets of paper formed a gunshaped tornade above some melting city. Revolver resting, field of grey. Red eyed woman, lay me down. Burn that kingdom of hearts, swallow these dreams, fade out all the sparks. Wild and restless, past tense speaking. Cannot look into the sea, messed up, you, sinkship. Let this be it, brighten up, conscience. What is real isn’t here. You are a runner, fallen Angel rest your bones. Together we are blind. It always grows and grows as I fell down, density of nets, spiders made of clouds. Entrance closed, rusty playgrounds, rotten evil Zombieland.
