On the wasteline,
Heartbreak, mainline,
In a hurry to get somewhere.
Divorced from what's real so early.
All a waste of nothing really.
Arrive too late-don't you know you're out of touch?
Pass the dateline,
All on your time.
In a hurry to get something.
Staring at your own two faces,
Feeding off your own private crazes.
You're out on your own-out-out of touch.
Nervous feeling,
No scene stealing,
Can you reach the outer limits?
Stuck inside your pen too long,
Forgotten moves where you went wrong.
You've lost the feeling, now you're out of touch.
Empty station,
Too long waiting,
In a hurry to get somewhere,
Divorced from everything so early,
All a waste of nothing really,
You were never there always out of touch.
Moving on out in a new line,
Setting our course by the sun,
Leaving the shoreline behind us,
We're drifting apart as we run.
Wheels are in motion above us,
Metal and power in disguise,
Scared of the danger around us,
We're drowning in our paradise.
Wreckage and gold on the sea bed,
Souls we could never reclaim,
Grey are the skies that surrounds us,
Forcing us further away.
Moving on out in a new line,
Setting our course by the sun,
Leaving it all way behind us,
We're drifting apart as we run.
Searching for some other way,
To bring some small relief,
Never to be satisfied,
And snatch at all beliefs.
Didn't have the energy,
To make up for my part,
Everything seemed so easy but
I didn't have the heart.
Things that on the surface,
Seemed so very much the same,
But once you made the move,
So long nothing else remains.
So afraid to make a break,
For fear of what I'd do,
It can cause repressive treatment,
When they put the blame on you.
I know now just where I stand,
These thoughts will never cross,
Victim of security,
Hoping to get lost.
Bet you've worked the whole machine,
And never missed out much,
Still staring in the mirror,
Trying so hard not to push.
Put you on a wooden cross,
Nailed reasons to your hand,
Covered in self pity,
Maybe now you'll understand.
Faces pressed flat against glass windows,
Ten men in a room for two,
Censorship stops here,
No isolation,
Only detoxification.
Abnormal relations formed,
In corners and on floors,
Breathless, breeding and cramped on all fours
No view, no sense of time.
It was a strange way to go.
Door slides open,
Johnny laughs
A view from above
Sticks his head
Out of the window and dries his eyes
I remember a winter sometime ago,
Angular patterns formed deep in the ground
Where someone once stood
White on black,
White on white,
Echoed voices bouncing off the buildings around.
A ramp to the trees and trees all around,
I remember a tear, frozen white on white,
I remember nothing.
A grey saloon,
Johnny sighs,
Winds down the window and stares at the road.
Some things never make sense,
A fear of stepping out,
Crouches shivering in the corner, blanket round your shoulder,
Hot then cold, cold then warm, pulse is racing, slowly racing-
stopped.
I remember nights spent listening until dawn,
I remember nothing.
Door slowly opens,
Johnny sits on his bed,
Lays down and dies.
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