Gasoline Dream

Wishful thinking, eyes are blinking
In the sun the garbage stinking
To ignore the rancid
Won’t make it go away
Untruth spoke through blistered lip
Unclean thoughts that take the step
Down upon the roaches
Won’t go away
Born to follow
To be the first to swallow
Garbage from the plate
Now, to borrow
A match ignite the gasoline
To burn away
Surviving through a gasoline dream
In the month the razor blade gleam
Slashing up the tongue
Won’t make it go away
On a binge of self-destruction
Children of the reconstruction
Suck the tit of discontent
Go away
Slam, slam down
Respond in kind malcontent
Don’t go away
Burn, burn down
Temple of the conscience
Don’t go away
I was soaked in gasoline
Playing with a match
I was everything I seemed
They stood and watched
Ate from your table
Ate from your hand
Eight days of waiting
Buried in the sand
Burn in a gasoline dream
Burn away my love
Burn away the conscience
Burn away my love
Take away the dignity
Take away my pain
Take just for taking
We are one in the same
Burn in a gasoline dream
Burn away my love
Burn away the conscience
Burn away my love
Take away my dignity
Take away my pain
Take just for taking
We are one in the same
Burn, burn
Burn in a gasoline dream
Burn away my love
Burn away the conscience
Burn away my love