This Metal Sky

You sit collapsed as an empty mind

Last sparks dissolved until your last breath

And the droning sound of tallow 

Replaces pulse with ink



It is lonely here

Living in the hazy moment 

Between the alarm and the awakening

Where the dream precipitates 

Madness as its encore



You are only half there

The other half erased 

And brushed from the paper

By the same hand that 

Fingers your id like a fresh scab

Until you bleed a river of ridiculous



I see now it's not division, but subtraction

You peddle your pieces 

To a man called compromise

For a place in the greater scheme

Until the only thing left standing 

Is the place where you once stood



You have just reduced yourself from static

To dead - air - tonight



Or it could be the other way

Take the wire to the other side 

Of this metal sky

And you will see 

These stars are just projections

This is not real

Which means their thunder is merely a threat



Do you want to know the truth?

They need you

They are mechanical, maniacal, derived

You couldn't drown in their gene pool if you tried

But they're all made up in brilliant disguise

Selling the very thing they most want

But cannot possess - You



And magic is the key to their success

A simple sleight-of-hand steals your autonomy

Leaving you believing you are in control



Tell me, do you trust your judgement? (laughs)

My friend, your id's been tripped

Welcome to Metropolis