I could break free from the
wood of a coffin
if I need
But nothin's hard as
Gettin' free from places
I've already been
I've been waste-deep
in the burnin' meadows
of my mind
In the engine
In cold December
shootin' fire from the hose
Now turn off your lights
'cause I'm not comin' home
'til I'm delivered for the first time
I was first-born to a parade
that follows in rows
down a narrow cold black river
faceless shadows
movin' slow
I would move swift when
the sounds of a trumpet would blow
I've been the puppet
I've been the strings
I know the vacant face it brings
Now the bells of curfew
They may ring before I'm through
But soon
I'll be delivered for the first time
You might keep clean
in the back of an angel motorcade
It doesn't matter who walks in
you know, the joke is still the same
You'll just wake up
like a disposable lover
decomposed
I've been gone
I've been remembered
I've been alive
I've been a ghost
So now, if downtown explodes
I'll still be on this road
'til I'm delivered for the first time
I have drawn blood
from the neckline
when vampires were in fashion
You know I'd even learn
to cut my throat
If I thought I could fit in
'Cause I, I once heard
that you gotta learn
how to blend in to this mess
Where nothin's hard
nothin's precious
and nothin's smooth or flawless
Now, no more amused
just screaming to be delivered
for the first time
-acap
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