Your mind is razor sharp, slicing. Your fingers bleed as you pound upon ivory, revealing the secrets of the world.

My pen burns through the pages, embers light the room on fire. I'm entombed in the torture of my own mind.

Your eyes chase the lions from the shadows. My tongue burns the gloss from the truth.

The musician and the writer.
When we're together, the world's on fire.

Cigarettes and midnight whispers
Fire water drowning our pain

Frantic hands soothe in the darkness
It's an ache no one understands.

Fight against these machine men,
With machine minds and machine hearts.
I'll never be one of them.


I'd rather burn in your arms.