let the deceased pick up this wish
embassy to that old dark secret
true emotions we do fish
lets play them this one request
grabbing frantically at what goes by
urgency throbbing in these ears
mindless people hoping for the sky
normality fearing fears
best of the best couldn't see
an illusion sitting in a crowd
eluding all who stand quietly
waiting for those wild and loud
club the angel streets
forty five degree angle blows
glass shards fall like sleet
stop the evening shows
dance the night away sweety
sing till the sun creeps up
let the glass crunch beneath
baby, fill her up