Days Of Being Wild

All sewn up Pull out the seams Take your call Your voice is static For from my reach I burn the page Imaged are blurred Am I afraid? Around my throat You came so close To stopping me Alive in jail, alive and well I cannot leave Innocent, accident Find my pulse Trapped in a locked box Teeth in a grind All night amphetamine Noise to the tape Comes like a shattered beast Cast a shade Your mouths destroys me Come down dawn in one piece Come down dawn to find some peace Driven to shambles on a tip I never said that I would quit And the next song takes over Quickly I said Because your feet need to hit the floor And wake your mind up Because the body needs a little more And you step out from the porch Into the street And the night will have its way with you And you find a paper on the wall And see the slogan needs an audience And you give it a new look You were trying to take a stab You try to take a stab You try to make something happen And the colors saturate into the walls of the buildings A defeated deposition A nexus A movement to fruition A middle finger to the institution A middle finger to the institution A middle finger to the institution --- Days of Being Wild - ...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead