They're hysterical in the streets as the power goes out,
whilst we peel through the volumes of our love.

They're twitching in their sleep with caffeine on the blood,
whilst we twist through the veil of our thoughts.

Some call to the Lord for the all-promised cleansing,
others poison themselves just to get by.

Some forget old friends in the luxury of living,
others see ghosts out in the marble hall.

Laura is waking to the lofted smell of coffee;
Jack is *******, late for work again.

Laura is nursing back her life to take it slowly;
Jack is shooting up all of his tomorrows.

They're selling bags beside the old abandoned temple,
whilst we sit inside looking at the rain.

They're feigning love and gaining innovative profit,
whilst we pick at the scars of yesterday.

Some pin string on maps to plot out their escape route,
others settle for feeling far away.

Some build up their biceps to bring about beauty,
others waste in chairs, hoping for reprieve.

Mary pacified want through the ohm of the river;
Joseph touched wood to keep his mind at peace.

Mary paraded in her soft and fragile spirit;
Joseph ruled the land with an iron fist.

You are the one I turn to in all eventual outcomes;
I have turned to a preacher at your door.

You are the limitless fuel for this vital ache;
I have turned to a shadow of before.