He sits in a chair, looking so spare
Drinking some lemonade in the moonlight air
Gazes at the blade he set upon my kin
The ground glistening their sordid end
I am calm as I lay beside his path
With a notion to ambush a man savoring his wrath
Reverse my course as thoughts start to flood
Memories remind me I was once so pure
Had enough steam for a million dreams
Now where can they be?
Step beneath a fountain to wash away soot
Gathered from my escape route
But an infection resides just under my skin
Endless turmoil turns innocence gangrene
Any earnest expectations have gone to seed
I've always been just like him
With contempt for those who win
So where do I go from here?
It's my move now; nothing else remains
But to crawl back in haste, where my enemy awaits
Dripping all over I grab him by the nape
Knifing a slice, a big happy face
Ripping flesh ear to ear all over the place
Streams of him wasted mix with the shards of glass and lemonade
And it tastes so sweet as I lie down to dream
Upon the concrete, I lie down to dream
"Ain't life sweet?" I say as I lie down to dream