The Sure Fire

Somethings You never know Sometimes you have nothing to show Tears in those eyes Comfort city on the brink of misery Killing fields the dreams of you and me Desert sunshine warning you how things are going to be Give in to glory my little can of spam Leaving a ledger of love upon a tree generation far away from where we begun I can't tell you how to how to live I can't tell you who to love Killing a life of horror. Killing a life of monkey's hope Tied to a chair breathing liquid air How do you see this world Not explored nor swayed by cruel intention Tears in your eyes Killing field horrors camo to the endless nightmare sitting next to medusa with her snakie weaving golden hair Dial a dream Fall into the pit where emptiness frees loneliness Centripetal force a hurricane inside my brain Sarah's so desperate to remember your name The world wind of street camels haste At arms instinct taught war Left the saving for ideals never born To recall what you hate the most Inside a dream inside a smokey gleam of hope