Grave To the Bank

under the moonlight friendless cemetary i am no toothfairy talked into circles of madness of wishes of three perfect lives within visions split second decision pretend to swallow then spit Who am i to be stretched upon your grave? the fourth culprit would only be logical im no apostle reading between the stars across the sky solvable predicaments learned through time Coming forward hiding in these shadows i know not what i do i mean no harm please protect me from myself Appeasing a tortured soul is no easy thing such madness and misconceptions the mind goes offbeat madness of coincidence adds up after awhile sometimes the randomness of simple misfortunes overthrill and bubble over the word to replace a word goes grave to the bank tell me lord out there split second decision in closed eyed lover visions is there someone still dreaming of a cup of life