Chariots

A sweetness fills my lungs
A tongue that’s like a gun
The softest words that Ive heard
Convinced me of your concern
This voice that’s inside my head
Tells me to pick «up the dead»
Dissecting all that I’ve known
A slave to this terrible show
And now I roam through the court
Sick and broken to the core
But that’s okay because I
Have nobody by my side
Golden chariots in silk run free
Wrapped in a blanket of it all, what more
Discretion reeks of hope
Shoot it up and take your time
A ticking clock writes tomorrows lie
And that’s okay because I am fin
Leave me b and don’t say goodbye