Shuffling like an idiot
Watching saloon after saloon,
Tired of this tragedy of feelings finding a bed.
How to help, how to help someone who lived
Get back on their feet and leave,
Leave for the world, for the stars...
For the sake of this Universe...
For all our lies that mean our truth,
The truth now.

I promised I will be somebody
And I did so.
Was it all a dream or a lie well told to myself
Before all this happened... I kept lying to myself:
It's going to be fine.
Things are going to get better...
Somehow.

I walk into the lift
Looking at a patient, smiling cells pouring out faith...
Yeah, he's going to be fine.
I smile.

I then follow the path to the store,
We've built our little Mall in here,
Our world feels better now...
These monstruos businesses found place in our hearts,
Our patients feeling better,
Getting prettier every day,
Even our corpses are promised a nice last show.

One more show, one more show,
Please, I'd like one more...
It feels good to be alive... now.

I dream, and in my dream during my night revival
I find hope but then the Phone rings
And I Have to go back home;
There where I'm needed.

I walk alone, to the car,
The streets run the other way
And I keep hoping, keep hoping he's okay...
"What's the blood pressure, again?"

I run through the door when we arrive...
We Check and Scream at each other our knowledge
In sentences well taught in school.

We think we saved a life but then he wakes,
He wakes up, takes down the mask and the tubes...

Next stop of mine:
The morgue