Ghost In The Machine

I've been dancing on the quicksand for one too many moments/

Swallowing the sunshine and company i've chosen/

Is the company of wolves, underneath their clothing/

They just hide their sheepish smiles that are sunk beneath the ocean/

With the chitty-chitty bang bang, pretty city same pain/

Do i? did he? witty, will he really let his fangs hang?/

Amen, 'cause that statement's all but obvious/

And all i want to know is what it takes to show my godliness/

I'm defacing all the monuments/

In this lonely desert, there's no trace of ozymandias/

And i don't know how many people catch the references/

Caught up in the revelry but still they lack the reverence/

Of standards like my skeletons or craft the saddest elegance/

'cause i can sink tsunamis that could probably crack the sediment/

And this is just an open, drunken, broken, sunken nothing/

Hoping that i'm something when the reaper comes to sow/

Secrets of my soul are simply jagged/

Little pieces that'll finally show the truth if i can match it/

In a sequence, and they tell me that my eyes are simply windows to the soul/

But my window panes are only pain…here we go/

This is where you listen close, anaconda grips the throat/

Dancing with the devil and he's stepping on my mistletoes/

I'd give control if you can tell me it'll be alright/

'cause nothing ever lives and no one ever really dies/

I'm over-pessimistic in this slumbered frame of mind/

Even rainbows are just another bank to climb/

Another waste of time, that i feel but can't kiss/

I feel like atlas when the thunder breaks my spine/

I've spent eleven hours sinking in the mud/

And all i've done is paint your facial features with my blood/

'cause i've wasted half my life thinking i'm in love/

But it was just the side-effects of breathing ether in my lungs/ (yes)

Man bites dog, gnaws his hands right off y'all/

Just can't fight off all of mankind's flaws, call/

Me atheist, a satanist or anti-god while/

I'll wait for this so place your bets 'til landslide fall off/ (?)

And i'll watch…while the innocent shatters/

The phoenix never comes to be risen from ashes/

We're all gone but there isn't a rapture/

And everything you loved was just visions of grandeur/

So i go to sleep (sleep), listen inactively/

To my heart beat (beat), is it a masterpiece?/

Or fool's gold, is feeling so cheap/

There's more than one way to go to and skin a catastrophe/

And actually, when the rose is red and caustic/

I'm just feeling like i'm frozen in these old, synthetic topics/

Where i'm dealing with the copacetic, open-ended logic/

That no one ever dies even though our flesh is tarnished/