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.
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