The Last Recidivist

I'm feelin' uptight

Hungry for the half light

Taste it like a ceasefire

Shocks me like a bare wire

A premonition haunts me

Lasciviously wants me

My skull so often taunts me

Just like a house that haunts me

I'm feelin' hard-pressed

Breakin into cold sweats

Thirsty for a deep breath

Plummeting to my death

On a kamikae mission

A sticky sweet affliction

Some sordid kinda fiction

In love with your addiction

Whats the worst that could happen

He intones while the blood drips from his hair

And whats the sound of this passion

I dont care, i dont care, i dont care, i dont care

I dont care anymore

I'm on the short list

I'm the Last Recidivist

I feel a certain discourse

Gaining like a dark horse

So wake the window leapers

All the winter sleepers

Toast the kids in rehab,

And put it all on my tab

We'll fashion up some wax wings

From balsa wood and kite strings

Of delicate dimension

And dubious intentions

Above the sorrow and the pity

The suburbs of the city

Betrayed by every last call

This world's a fucking strip mall

Carved in cold embittered midnights

A jagged scar of street lights

We'll hurdle high and fall hard

We'll wake up in the backyard