Through the reflections of this afternoon mist
Spending time thinking about forces betrayed
It’s better than drinking nails and razor blades
I can’t remember the last time I smiled
Beneath this connection of hazards and wires
Pretending I’m thinking about dreams from the past
It’s better than sinking in a time where nothing could last
Show me no mercy
Maybe we’re fine
Show me no mercy
The panic of time
I can’t imagine what happened in line
Through passing dimensions of panic and spine
Creating and bending each moment in space
It’s better than eating glass and hand grenades
Show me no mercy
Maybe we’re fine
Maybe we’re empty
Surviving this ride
I can’t imagine what happened to this
Through the reflections of this afternoon mist
Spending time thinking about forces betrayed
It’s better than drinking nails and razor blades
©7/5/14 Bruce Clifford
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