I came in from the storm, seeking shelter from disgrace,
My heart racing faster than a cannonball in space,
My weary brain asleep on a bed of nails,
Resting in a coffin full of ice and fine lace.
My heart racing faster than a cannonball in space,
My weary brain asleep on a bed of nails,
Resting in a coffin full of ice and fine lace.
Waltzing Space Odyssey, twirling round and around,
Everything and everyone a moulded candlelit blur,
If only for a moment I’d stop time enough to breathe,
Find some needed gravity and feel my feet again.
The electricity jolts and surges its enlightening debris,
I dissect my heart in twos and threes, to figure out my yesterday’s decree
Transcending through a blazing atmosphere,
Its the final bow as my dystopia dances disco in outer space.
