Crystal ***** and saline drifts away like microscopic mind beams I stand before you Symbolic and damaged dreams Chasing cars, bars and lipsticked floosies in a red light district back alley fling But, hey How do I see beyond this chaotic in fluid scene?
My footprints left in wet cement, Stained with calloused bottoms while wondering in a state of casual descent. I stopped and stared in the ***** puddles, seeing my own reflection as it stared back at me with a few ***** secrets and absolutely no regrets
Time stopped on the crooked clock, smiles depleted over broken plates and a saline drip drops I wonder, I wonder, as heartbeats pounds harder, But oh how I just ponder. Ponder until the crystal ballΒ Β fractures and mentally I flounder.
The theater lights are on, flares of the night beckon my calling Mystic Gypsies speak in tongue in tents around dampened spirits falling Tamberines and junkies dance in unison, Just stop and listen to the balling
Looking through the flowing tears with one last vision and plastic souverniers I begin to think of simple things, many a far but too many near The strangers of war start to follow me down the distorted paths of common torture Only left with a broken crystal ball and saline drops in the distant future