Crooked as the smile of despair
Those trails of emptiness gathered
Together
Into that pointed syringe of ecstasy
A musical illusion captivated by the release of reality
Those numbers that surpass the very idea of a multitude
It's prick boiling the skin with liquid life touched by flamed metal
Red as the rose, murderous as the guided missiles destination
That mind reaching for the heavens
From innocence
Reborn along the edges of darkness and mystery
Alleys and flamboyant architectural creativity
Those streets waiting for the postman to deliver
Another package
Another soul
That life traveling into the world of escape
Unchartered with experience placed six feet under
Under the very war it created
Where there is no discrimination or racist color argument
Those trails guided by the satellite of greed
Where the faces of presidents are used to enrich
Enrich the land with tears and sorrow
Where soldiers are not defenders of freedom
No this foot soldier carries the message into the night
Into the day
Into the veins of those reborn into misery
Innocence having lost its morals
Guided by their one way ticket to
No where
Into that pointed syringe of ecstasy
Pushing with those fingers
Together
Watching that trail of emptiness
Crooked as the smile of despair