(0288) the silence of a stare pt. 2

they know facts and fiction make for good television friction, and they know short-term memory loss is the result of escapism. make that tree start to grow with holy water and watch as it bears the fruit of delusion and patriotism. they give you one choice. it's an easy decision.

i'll cut the throats of their lost intent if and when we need more money to help pay the rent.
they keep going with a bullet already in their head, and their eyes are closed even though they're not dead.
i'm coughing, and i'm cold, but i'll leave you alone.
the dream isn't dead. it's a voice in your head.
the bomb is the size of the sun. let's run to the nearest pretty place and bring a gun.

she peaks out from the ground while reading a book to herself, lost in the middle of a crowd.
he's in the sky, and he's lost in a cloud so he plays his best music, but it makes no sound.

all was innocent for a few seconds, but the wreck didn't leave survivors.

they were just like us. ashes scattered in the wind. dehydrated in a desert of lies.

but that one sunday afternoon was a blur. we drank lemonade and played in sprinklers.

i was in love with life. all i saw were vivid colors, and explanation never mattered.

and now, what's left? beautiful you... unknown.