Alt America

Good evening again
From your old friend at Radio USA, Philadelphia
You know friends, a half a bottle of bourbon
Is enough to make any man shine a light on himself

Doubter of my heart
Your voice ain't in tune
big guns in a skyline
Flashbang to your youth
Benadryl in the night time
A new fountain for youth
An apology you thought
Was enough to regroup
Search and you might crawl
Back in to your cage
You're here for a good time
That's nice, grab a chain
Dance with depression
And you'll sing in the rain
Or jump from excitement
And the songs never made
5:15 pm
And the angels been left
A handshake with the preacher
Brought him to his knees
I showed him the trees, dear
Now he hangs with the seeds
He sold a salvation
But there ain't one for us
The bullet flies high
And won't hesitate to pierce
Switch tone, different language
But I know what you fear
The hour glass is flipped still
There ain't time for us
So think about the strangers
That know who you'll become

And they know who you'll become
I can see it through it all
'Cause you're not special in any way

I love you starry skies
The flashing lights that makes you shine
And show your scars

Seller of lifelines
No holier than thou
God to my timelines
You hold an ugly fate
Lover of my life
You're further from grace
Then I am with both hands tied
Deep in with the sharks
Search and you might find
A head in this place
The hollow that haunts you
Finds the means to an end
The coffee bean smells fine
The water has lead
The company made us
So united we break
Keeper of my heart
Before words arranged
Ideas in the clouds now
No sun penetrates
The blood in my veins flow
Right out through my eyes
The knot in my chest blows
Our bodies entwined
The rest of my lie is spent
Deep in with my hand
In a circular motion
You die then revive
Creator of my loves
She ain't one for us
God of my timelines
You made the strings too short
And you pull on them too much