Night Circling Sharks

We slipped through the dark

Wasted our consciousness, breathing our morals like glue

Night-Circling Sharks

Traded for all of this, needing some normal review

When you see me jumping out of my skin

I'll tell you which of them are haunting me in there

In your lighthouse, bathing the scene

This is your nightmare up on the screen

We're shaken and shocked

Finding your broken and bleeding and bloated remains

I'm waiting to talk, waiting for Amity Police to be cordoning the scene

When you see me tumbling out of my chair

You'll be no worse for lack of something to wear

This is your timeshare, rest of the week

There were no nights where everyone sleeps

Your angels and gods,

Taken you up to relieve you your former physique,

By now have been brought to justice,

Rewarding your soul with remorse and retreat

When you see me standing there on the dock

I'll wish you'd told me what you said when you talked

There in your light house, painting the scene

This is your night mare up on the screen