ANOTHER BRICK-RED ROOM, ANOTHER BLACK-TOP TOWN, ANOTHER MISSPELLED BAND BURNING THEIR OWN HOUSES DOWN, ANOTHER PINE-BOX TUNE TO FILL THE CEMETERY DAY ANOTHER STAY, A TOUCH OF ORANGE OVER PURGATORY GRAY, ANOTHER THORNY FIELD TO SCATTER FRUITLESS SEED, ANOTHER SONG THAT RUNS TOO LONG GOD KNOWS NO ONE NEEDS MORE MISGUIDED GHOSTS, MORE TRANSPARENT HANDS TO DROP A NICKEL IN OUR BASKET AND WE'LL DO OUR RIOT! DANCE BENEATH ANOTHER BURNING SKY, BEHIND OUR PAINTED LIPS IN SCARES OF CATATONIC SMILE-COVERED ANKLE-BITTEN SHIPS SO THROW YOUR PEDESTAL OF STONE IN THE FORGETFUL SEA AS PROTECTION FROM THE PAPER-THIN PERFECTION YOU PROJECT ON ME WHEN THIS REPETITION ENDS BEHIND THE WINDOW SHADES, A SEMI-CONSCIOUS SORROW SLEEPING IN THE BED I'VE MADE, THAT MOST UNRESTFUL BED, THAT MOST ORIGINAL OF SINS AND YOU'LL SAY THAT'S WHAT I GET WHEN I LET AMBITIONS WIN AGAIN I'D HATE TO LET YOU DOWN SO I'LL LET THE WATERS RISE AND DROWN MY DULL REFLECTION IN THE NAIVE EXPECTATION IN YOUR EYES BACK IN A CAST BIT-PART, BACK WHEN I FELT MOST FREE I HAD A BUTCHER'S HEART AND NO ONE THOUGHT THEY KNEW ME SO BEFORE THE REGIMENT RESUMES, BEFORE THE DREADED SUN APPEARS, MY DRIVER'S WAITING SO LET'S MAKE ONE POINT CRYSTAL CLEAR: YOU SEE A FLOOD-LIT FORM, I SEE A SHIRT DESIGN, I'M NO SAVIOR OF YOURS AND YOU'RE NO FRIEND OF MINE