I can make the madness melt.
With a simple formula of ecstasy and gaping mouths.
Ready for reception of tepid affection and swarming biotics.
Medical marvels in the south buroughs.
Not unlike working plague. Sequined lepers.
A fist full of bills
a pocket full of dreams
and tonight everyone's a model just doing this to get by for a couple months
a single mom in a studio apartment
a sob story
another jonesing fearful, moaning sanctus semptem charged by the hour
You think I'm really cute,
but you've gotta get to the next station
so you insist that just this once I pay
Still and dry.
The skin of your cheeks gone cold.
The light behind went out.
Will anyone care when they find you?
Will anyone find you?
As I thumb through the bills I handed you
pocket full of dreams
mouth full of poison mediocrity.