At night
A bullet rings through the air
Through landscapes of dirt
And lazy eyes
There is something else behind these walls and doors
Leading into breakfast at night
All I wanna do is break the walls
The walls have been erected to a**a**inate the human you are
A party emerges at night
And the lounge club singer becomes physically demented
And the man behind the wall is dying in a room of saturated blues
And cigarette smoke illuminated by black and white camera flashes
From photographers in tuxedoes
Don't you wanna break their necks?
You know their necks have been erected
to invalidate the blood in your veins
A hospital at night in Skyscraper
Is fluorescent greens and whitened walls
A man in a gown loses all character inside of him at the sight of a syringe
But manages to remain calm in front of doctors
Campaigning for the next parade of infants to march in their doors
And all they wanna do is break the law
They know the law has been erected to a-persecute the person you are
He died on the street last night
Fueled by the messages on the billboards starring signs of the apocalypse
And silver screen dreams of a last chance at the road to fame
Through the back entrance at the theater where the rocket ship went off
And the ashes of Hi8 video tapes of the crash sent him back to bed
In a memorable moment in the days of looking out the window
Into a golden sky
He was no more
His soul sinking into the stained cement
The raindrops in the mud
The friends with mouths wide open
And the bluest sky from the oceans of his entire life
At night
In Skyscraper