Everything’s Burned

Burned Easily crushed up, kind of callow Shoot the shutterbugs in Time's Square Peanut brittle in Candy Land Archetypal brunette with hawks eye's A lion's man and pale horse heart Bit in mouth and ring in nose Led by red, mistrusted instead Burned Crumpled and burned When the rain crashes like a wildebeest herd We follow will 'o the wisp's through the rats and hogs We span the velocity on bald eagle's wings Colour-blind schemes, motifs and themes Faint scent of plaster, cracked alabaster Turn your back on the stigmas Let them walk their own stilts Knock them out from under the walkers But don't spoil the family circus fun There is a safety net We'll fall fine Burned And burning still, shredded and holy Still, calm and withdrawn Pulling in to push out Whip and crack to taste from the purple panther Dizzy as Plumb Street The saxophone player on Fifth Avenue he got a band now Running wild through The Pound from the bloodhounds Running wild through The Pound from the bloodhounds Burned But it's not my turn to challenge the fire queen Aerial map of the skin The delicate sounds of downtown Even the asphalt and silicone have voices, gothic panes Lined skin, serenades Crystal ball eyes, cold lights, warm colours If you bounce to the rhythm, you will never get numb