following the path that they made for younnendless square slabs winding away from younna scowl on your face tight like blood stopping tapenneach hand only taking care of the othernnsweaty, misled, hopeless little helpernnnnwondering what you'd say if you didnt have to fake itnnto the strangers in your home and the freaks out on pavementnni saw them shuffling through the crack beneath the doornnand felt a heat break through me from my flaming corennit doesnt flare up that often anymorennnni heard your giggly voice trip through sharp coughsnncoming out of a machine that i thought i know i turned offnnbut ill keep sweating deep under suffocating sheetsnntill the mind sinks away and escapes all the heatnnor just the parts that bother mennnnthe fixed set of strangers in your lifennthe bases that you walk each nightnnare the weak sack of bones making these streets your homennflesh has burned, blood has driednnand now they're standing alonennnnloose screws under your theme park ridennwill send all of your dreams into flightnnyour parents and their shameful crimesnnthey will die, they will die, they will diennnni'm here again with my violent grinnnand a large back seat to carry you innnnow is the time to decide who you arennand to watch from the car the world that you're innnbecause it works alone and never looks backnnand would most like to be an endless, stormy seannwhose waves would have none of mennnnwhen i'm leaving fast on a planenni'll see the city through the thick, plastic window panennit'll be a flickering bed of embers babenna fire dying outnnwhen we're cruising high in the skynni will greet that fiery lightnnthat will teach this thing to break and spin toward the sick stillness of its endnnbut in deep, boundless sleepnneven the thought is enough for mennwhen the uniform is rags at my feetnni will find my restful peacennnnit's too bad the fantasy never satisfied the energynnit's too bad they made me in the citynnfor the love of anything