Life hums a sorrow, lost deep in the rain,
A whisper that burns in July’s heavy air.
They’ll tailor your heart for a runway of pain,
With cherry-lipped lies and a vacant-eyed stare.

So drink down your sadness, it’s aged and it’s chilled,
A cut-crystal poison, smooth velvet and ice.
They’ll auction your soul for the thrill left unfilled,
Then haunt you with echoes of love’s sacrifice.

They’ll swear that salvation comes cheap by the ounce,
That heartache is fleeting, just part of the fight.
But under the glitter, the dark truths still pounce;
A river of distress that drowns out the light.