Junkyard Romance

the end is not so close but I'm still drowning in all ponds of Mars guilty and filthy and walk down the alley of sombre solstice swearing at walls after the heist gone wrong now the everlasting ambulance siren echoes through the tumbledown lands through sullen skies through every selfish mind dancing at the balcony without a handrail is better than the eternal junkyard romance but time travel dreams keep me awake and asleep at the same time drill time! pill time! crucify your social image even earthquake is more fun talk to yourself break window panes but never buy a mirror rather take it from the junkyard and engrave your name on it 'cause someone has to notice or break it