Raven found herself a skinny-skin stiletto
In the middle of a crowd, she needs a number
Fabricating passion for her painted fellows
In the middle of a crowd, she needs a lover
And I want to know
Why are we breaking bottles when this well is running dry?
Drunk on aerosol, shithole paradise
Keep them guessing
Make them sweat it out all at once
We've always been
I think I'm better than them
Spirits thick as thieves the building speaks in riddles
In the middle of a crowd, it needs a number
Sharpening its teeth the spirit's weeping widows
In the middle of a crowd, there are no others
And I want to know
Why are we breaking bottles when this well is running dry?
it's the great, subliminal, entertainment device
With teeth, building living ghosts
Be calm, be calm, you riders on the storm
See it for the shadowbox, cannibal, dance distraction
See it for the tired, smoke-and-mirror display
See it for the crimson, neon, stained-glass refraction
See it for what it is, not what you want it to be
Leave a little leather-bound Miranda in the doorway
So she won't say a thing
Make a little miserable scene out of her
I thought we were
I thought we had gone
Oh, spare the din your chloroform refrain
Pack away those old euphoria grenades
Look at all of them reaching
Look at all those hands
Pulling, grabbing, pushing in the interest of an understanding wasteland
Winslow, Winslow
Don't look away now
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