The Last Recidivist

I’m feelin' uptight
Hungry for the half light
Taste it like a ceasefire
Shocks me like a bare wire
A premonition haunts me
Lasciviously wants me
My skull so often taunts me
Just like a house that haunts me
I’m feelin' hard-pressed
Breakin into cold sweats
Thirsty for a deep breath
Plummeting to my death
On a kamikae mission
A sticky sweet affliction
Some sordid kinda fiction
In love with your addiction
Whats the worst that could happen
He intones while the blood drips from his hair
And whats the sound of this passion
I dont care, i dont care, i dont care, i dont care
I dont care anymore
I’m on the short list
I’m the Last Recidivist
I feel a certain discourse
Gaining like a dark horse
So wake the window leapers
All the winter sleepers
Toast the kids in rehab,
And put it all on my tab
We’ll fashion up some wax wings
From balsa wood and kite strings
Of delicate dimension
And dubious intentions
Above the sorrow and the pity
The suburbs of the city
Betrayed by every last call
This world’s a fucking strip mall
Carved in cold embittered midnights
A jagged scar of street lights
We’ll hurdle high and fall hard
We’ll wake up in the backyard