Into the Sheen

When your brand-new high is an all-time low

You can’t deny there’s further to go

Until you’ve seen beyond the veil, you’ll never be free

Everyone’s for sale You and Me

We’ve got to know

How many things to make a day

How many lies

How many people die

How many kicks and secrets

How many words

How many screams

How many pricks and kisses

Ripples in the stream of Blood in the street

Flowers in the fields and wishes to disappear

 into the sheen

into the everything and nothing

and then be gone

- MOFO -