Let's drink from the Lethe in my hands
Baby, baptize me in hell
Feel my lips as if there's one more nothing in there
for me to tell
Don't you feel the lustful majesty
in every shadow behind the lies
I'm betraying an angel for you so lay back baby
and watch it die
Keep it with yours above the dying embers of the sun
The butchered sky calypso dreams and
bleeds on everyone
I reap hopeless melodies of broken splintered notes
We carve our own epitaphs of forbidden verse we wrote
Blindly we shriek at the nothing
if only to hear echoes crying
Sleeping we suckle the hemlock
if only to know that we're dying
My love my love my dead love
Now the hangmen kick the dead leaves
and idly wait for dawn
This deception like auroras
only realized when they're gone
Now angel's in the Bowery
My hands are drenched with guilt
And you and I are running like children
toward the suicide we built
Codeine dreaming, black soil scars the blue
Suck my vengeance, nobody knows for who
Just like my angel, swallowing every lie
A crystalline facade I'm growing weary holding high
Keep it with yours above the dying embers of the sun
The butchered sky calypso dreams
and bleeds on everyone

© 2006 Jak Locke