The Frozen

The girls on the streets all look sad in this gold encrested little town

Why is that?

Isn't this the town of dreams?

Yeah, but it comes with a price

It's a town that never does anything and yet takes all the credit

A place that promises so much

But never has a thing to say

Or a care in the world

There is no memory here

No dream for itself but the dreams of others

And all over the world you talk of a place you've only seen in re-runs

Immorallized for it's vice, and deified for it's carnage

(There's money in the air there)

(All you have to do is reach up and grab it)

In basements, garages, parking lots, empty lots, schoolyards, town cars, backrooms and more

Diamonds are fashioned from expectations and fortified on a steady diet

Of simple lives and red carpets

The ejaculating zeitgeist in nightvision

Culture is a punchline and emotion is blood in the water

The sharks here play games you can't fathom

But you flock here anyway

On college money and credit cards

Spend a week bullshitting yourself that it was all true

All of it

Just to watch in horror as it all falls to pieces under the gravity of reality

The stary eyes fade as it dawns on you

Nothing is garanteed

You are a part of the great divide

The choosen or the frozen

Now your mouth's away without a net

Your college money's a collage of debt

And your credit cards are all snapped in fucking half

Time to wander a landscape bereft of mercy

This is now the backlot of your failed movie

A waking dream re-written without your permission

The real luster, the soft focus, the

Soap opera vision is just the hindsight of a world who's been lied to

Of sad surfs and untouchable lords

You took a chance didn't you?

But chance didn't have a par for you this time around, maybe next life

And you can't even walk home

The girls on the streets all look sad in this cardboard cut-out little town

(Huh) no wonder

That's the only thing here that's real

The gold is for fools

And paradise is lost but the hungry have never bothered with the cost

Day by day they fall away like rose pedals

Like ink that won't dry or fade

It just runs wild down cracks and crevices, grooves and folds

So I hope someone saves you before you get cold

I really do

Because the girls are all sad in this little black book

If you don't beleive me, take a closer look

If you can