Don't Kill Your Self -

Step away from the ledge of the high-rise and join us in the dirt

Once we’ve dragged you through the mud

You’ll be so proud of what we’ve let you become: a ghost of a sinner,

like the rest of us

Come watch your world fall apart

Our hopes were resting on its hinges

Through no fault of our own it crumbled in our hands

As we sat idly by on the pavement hoping to ignore the impending duress

Yet the blame rests squarely on our shoulder blades, our muscles and our bones,

our heart and our lungs

Our heads held high and dignified, our pride is the cancer to our cure

Work is the world’s grave and you are but a man on fire, going backwards

running in place

A dime for every dollar, nickels stacked on top of cents

There’s not enough salt to nurse all the wounded.

We are running out of ashes

for the dead

We dance in circles around a forest fire fanning the flames with our

hyperventilation

We drew these prefect lines

And we dance in prefect circles

Faces cast from molds

Reciting their sad verses

As the light shines in our eyes

We didn’t shift our glances

We bowed down our heads and

We limit our excesses

Don’t kill your self