Parasite Alley

The moon sunk her teeth in a sky of black, Over city backdrops and the scent of crack, Neon spilled burning through traffic veins, Dead man's handles on subway trains. I tasted of acid in the end of night, Snow descended dirty, off-white, Staring through curtains at six a.m., Into the kitchen and back again. All currency spent in the cheapest of bars, The ones beside wreckage of burned-out cars, Drinking from morning 'till midnight chime, With stoned stool-pigeons and lives of crime. I hurt nobody, only hurt myself, Sat in the shadows, toasting my health, As sleep comes calling I start to fall, A dreamer washed-up with no dreams at all. Don't tell any secrets, don't tell any lies, There's enough depiction in these blood-red eyes, Don't require religion or my soul to save, Or a shallow legend on a shallower grave. I could preach you sermons to warp your mind, I could show you things to strike you blind, But the world won't listen, it remains the same, Always leaves me stranded with a crying shame.