Mothers nursing orphans, retreating through the beams
I think that you exist but do you really?

for chemical enslavement.

It's not indefinite, it's got a Lifespan
you try to nurture it, hope for extension, as far as right and wrong,
i know the difference but night is oh so dull, and no one's interested.

Amestardamage doctors, prescribing recipes
with side affection stapled to your black jeans
expressions are revealing just where I'd rather be
I'm thrown under the bus to try to resurrect a dead scene

Buckle down, when if it becomes a threat you vocalize a hard truth
so here goes
and I've reached the top of this ladder but what did it matter
it's on the wrong wall