Television remote in hand, sweating motel made of sand
Past wives and dollar signs were once the starfish speak now, who owns this man
Mind control of the demons he held closely only to redeem them
They return now to drain the blood and burn the coal of a lonely dreamer

Return the favor
Greet your neighbor
And tell him softly
How you never knew the damage would end up being so **** costly
She appears now from the curtain
Bear my beast of burden
Seeking redemption under the illusion that he’s just a hurt person, snuggle

Master of illusion
Wake from slumber as he chooses
Radiant thoughts, alcohol induced in tangent solutions, breathing becomes useless
Pulls himself from the comfort, indecent love
He’s seen too much hurt
As the blade from the kitchen is stained red though his plain white T-shirt

Happiness is sirens
She’s in shock from loss of iron
Anger follows questioning
And self reliance is just a time when
All that we can see
Is all our lives will be
Concern for where the wind blows just holds you back
From being free