fisher king's wasteland

as we hide inside our tidy pens we cover our ears to shut out noise the scratches drive us round the bends we think we're outside of the trends only others waste time with foolish joys as we hide inside our tidy pens the wolves slink out from their dark dens with claws on paving draw their ploys the scratches drive us round the bends seeing the sights through a strange friend's lens we keep our distance through our toys as we hide inside our tidy pens the dirty world outside we cleanse with window pane that grime destroys the scratches drive us round the bends that none but Time its own death spends as we spin the circles Fate employs as we hide inside our tidy pens the scratches drive us round the bends

i close my eyes as i kiss your lips time slows right down to my fingertips my entire being's tingling through i will come apart to come to you my sight is gone, now my hearing too i've left safe ground for something new my hands and feet and all the rest contract and pour into my chest my thoughts are dragged down to that nest so i can't ask if this is some test that perhaps i'd pass if i could fight this bewitching creature made of light the world is now as dark as night though i feel your lips that hold me tight as you mix me up, turn me to smoke that now whispers softly through my throat everything i've done, and ever wrote you pull from me in a sighing note; do you hear me as you suck me in? giving up my ghost as i let you win? my body's now no more than tin, and i feel absolved of all my sin as you steal my soul with fateful kiss that trades my life for total bliss.