• Lies of passion caress my ears
    All the shadows
    Of love
    Of lust
    Of drugs I don't care to mention
    I am a victim
    Breathing and bleeding
    Reaching out
    Grasping towards what I believe to be safety
    Afraid
    You are a leaf passing downstream
    You will linger for a moment before the breeze carries you onward
    Just caught up in the current
    These are the most dangerous
    The ones with nothing to hold on to
    Will take anything they can
    Scotch in hand I plan my own death
    Long fall with a short rope
    Too scared to see it through
    With all the windows and the skyscrapers looking in
    A twisted self-portrait of an ugly world
    I am a victim
    Chained to this dingy motel room like a cell
    You have your way with me
    And I am happy