Living On a High Wire

Living on a dream that never fed me, all it did was take my soul. I'm bound by chains with a pitchfork held between my bloodshot eyes. It started when we were kids, just being idiots and sniffing everything we saw. Then swinging over a broken boat with no idea how to swim. "Reckless" was never in our vocabulary, we did what did whenever we wanted. Finally came our dream- the one that got my here- seeing every critic take their front row seat. Everyone drops down to their knees. Dead silence until the organs start playing.