Just a Story
Imagine waking vanishing
Walking on thin ice again
And they call out
Speak in tongue and blood

There should be time no longer
Carry me off
Beautiful boy with hollows pointing
To the sun

Chapman taking aimlessly
Itchy trigger finger brandishing
And they call out
Impotent vacant eyes
And they call out
Brilliant human disguise

Holdens up for sale again
Innocence preserved by death

Believe the dream is over