Confessions of the Insane

Glasses of wine filled to the top
Taking advantage of every single drop
A red flag to signify peace
The perfect cloth has a crease
Documents in confidential files
Taking note of the unjust trials
Charts and spreadsheets in front of our face
No one presents an interesting case
Still frames of better times
The sourness of lemons and limes
Whispers to a wisp of white
A growing infection from a subtle bite
Tires screech to an alarming halt
On the streets, they didn't pour enough salt
Cards recording forgotten pain
Yet we insist on traveling down memory lane
Mohawks and hair dyed blue
Becoming what you hope is true
The helmet bought for protection
Slip into the top seat section
A transparent reflection that is soon gone
How do you stay when you can't hold on
A three dimensional demonstration
But they hide the details of the ruined nation
When certain people begin to catch onto what's real
They close their execution papers with a top secret seal
A towel wrapped around a swollen head
A scar of the place that recently bled
Love me with your sweet tenderness
Caged behind that barbed wire fence
Portraits of porcelain beauty hang on the wall
Practicing reality with a needle in the stall
We're in a place of no return
Our bodies don't show any concern
Babies turning blue in the midst of a fit
A Budweiser sign that always stays lit
A gun in a drawer and a knife in a case
A marshmellow house with a strong stone base
Clothes that we'll never wear
But to give them away, we don't dare
The apathy of the world is taking it's toll
I feel like they're trying to steal my soul
Images of my coffin to be
All of the people that try to kill me
Maybe I'm just stoned or maybe it's real
This paranoia is all I can feel
I'm asking you now, please don't try to revive
Because secretly dieing is feeling alive