Granite Street Knife Fight

These heads are rolling, they see black
Watch them smile the dust away
Who’s upstairs hanging out the window?
His girlfriend’s leaving him tonight
I know this well; this repeating game
It’s never ending
Don’t let him drive the car tonight
He’ll never make it home
Turn out the light
We’re too far behind
Words are exchanged
And we’re never the same
Confusing matter
Pray you make it out to the end
He’s a clown
A first class sinner
Regrets are slowly building their way
Elusive matter
Pray you make it out to the end
This childhood dream is killing me
I know it’s hard to swallow
But its nice going when it’s free
When will you answer?
I’ve got this question aching on my mind:
How can you let these nights remain unsurrendered?
Turn out the light
We’re too far behind
It’s evident no one here will survive
Confusing matter
Pray you make it out to the end
I’m a clown
A sad fool kisser
This carnival’s planned its early death
Elusive matter
Pray to make it out to the end
(When exactly is the end?)
And all the laughter you see is not for sale
This virus made no effort
Near the fire they feed incessantly
The flames to the inferno
Goodnight, afternoon
Goodnight, morning mood
I’ll catch your rays another day
They’re coming to take me away
I finally killed the light
I’m bleeding here tonight
I felt the pain
Now may I
May I
Ride this game again?