Your Cell

counting down to one

lost my place had to start over again

it won't save your cell

but we'll gather more

drowned myself in my own sea

like a morning sunrise in reverse

it won't save your cell

but it's a way to begin

the waking hours we call our friends

but we're the in-between

the thirty-second trends

and we'll keep pushing towards the edge

until we break

on the rocks beneath our skin

in the mouth of time

we find ourselves coming out to play

all our stupid games

but we dream

we dream...

then something lets itself in

through your backdoor

while you are away cleaning your windows

it slits your thoat and you like it

the waking hours we call our friends

but we're the in-between

the thirty-second trends

and we'll keep pushing towards the edge

untill we break

on the rocks beneath our skin