Romanticide

outspoken, they pull the puppets
by the strings around their eyes
while the telltale bricks of our politics
caress romanticide

trading martyrs and trends
for worlds that lack life
so the colors can breathe the sky

so heard the manics
that their shadow is set in stone
it's easy to get lost when you've found your home
but who's to count
now that the pendulum is gone
for every other click
there's something else your mind lets slip

a bird's eye view from the stars
shows the epitome of who we are
chased in a maze by a crazed cuckoo clock
dancing in the shadows of an intricate time bomb
-
and out of the womb we'll get lost
and we'll burn too, right by the cross
and by that cross where we got lost
robbing all the banks and staring at the stars
-
this is just the politics
this is just the poison
an eighty proof treason
before we're hung over
-
what do i see as i stumble around
your body is resting in the crevice of a cloud
casting a spell, i'll shift the sky
so the tears won't wake you when the angels cry

20,000 strings
entangled waltzing wings
quetzalcoatl screams for a melody she sings
embrace these bloodshot eyes
as i'm pulling back the pins
cause where i'm going next
they don't let the angels in

now they're broken by the tides
these strings around their eyes
while they show in melodies
pieces seen for the first time

while the rest remain enthralled
by the shadows on the wall
as a closing curtain sings
"the majority will fall"
(and these melodies enthrall
waltzing colors on the wall
but i still refuse to sing
"the majority will fall")