Saccharine

Lie in a hedgrow

I have grown bigger than

Two timing a talk show

We pitch the perfect plan

Like leather and concrete

Find strength in sterile eyes

Downtown where the tracks meet

Rain bleeds from swollen skies

And we're all trapped inside this maze

Caught breaking sweats while counting days

Struck down behind the wreckage

Of our less than perfect ways

The brave ones die with no regrets

She wants the one she never gets

Until its over

Stabbing their backs now

Frail lies make perfect sense

Caught grazing the cash cow

With a straight faced innocence

Still rising above this

You'll go on like your taught

Such incredible likeness

and lack of thought

And we've got it

Slow mold pathetic lies

Stripped clean and sterilized

We all go under the knife

with the game show anesthesia

anesthesia