Hanging Around

We are the suicide boys One day we fly The next we die We are the dreams than never get seen We are the dead end traps Wrap your mind around the ideas Of too much contemplations With no destinations No place to belong No place where we can sing lullaby songs Other than our suicidal dreams No place to scream So we hang around Headless dancing bastards Mindless souls tell no tales The forests stand majestically tall As we hang from limbs Of ancient trees Raindrops fall As we are left hanging around The suicide boys The train stations sit silent Paris streets sit empty The forests echo our screams White laced angels dance overhead Yoga moves save not our hanging heads We all had sad hearts when we were young We all had suicidal dreams Fantasies that kill you, if one dares Never ask Never tell Suicide boys hanging from the trees Musical killings drifting in the breeze Our songs will echo long after As we are left hanging around We can’t breathe so set us free From hanging trees The suicide boys Of 1983 Inspired while listening to this video Magic Man - Paris https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yteXdnQQSUc