Synthetic
Skin the phrase unique…enough to make you weak
Enough to make the clouds around you storm and weep.
Not everyone's the same, for love can't make us sweet
It's all about the pain and how it makes it all complete.
As morbid as it sounds, the merry will go around and 'round
We're bound to run around until that rusted crown breaks down.
It's easy to pretend, to bend our strength and seem content
When everything's a drought, it's better to relent the omnipotence.
And everything's all right until that final line kicks in
While everybody drowns, we'll swim along its darkened skin.
It is sin that will make us…in its wings it shall break us-
A syringe in our stream pushing in and crowding our demise
Until everybody dies…everybody dies.
Deep breathe, exhale between your teeth if there are any gaps
Take in the surrender and suck the glue right off that paper bag.
Jetlags will deform you. Porn mags will comfort you
Just rub hard enough to draw blood like red incense
And praise your porn princess; indeed, you'll be crowned king
Of nothing at all…but a self made form of formidable.
And everything's all right just let it all kick in-
In your synthetic skin…your high will roll unnoticed.
And everyone who snorted
will be jonesing on and on
and on…
2/19/09
