Dystopia

You don't remember my name
I don't really care
can we play the game your way?
can I really lose control?

this is what you see when you look in my direction: incandescent corsets draw eyes tight like wires. this is how it feels, calling out but no one even hears the signals that we send over the air. when you say my name, i want to split it from your lips and hide like whispers in the rain. when you say my name,

Just once in my life
I think it'd be nice
just to lose control - just once
with all the pretty flowers in the dust

i want to stop it in your lungs and collect all of your blood to put in the radio. is this how it feels when you don't even fit into your own skin? and it's getting tighter, every day I'm getting smaller. if i keep holding my breath i'm going to disappear. there's nowhere to hide. they stole the love from our lives to put the sex on the radio.

Mary had a lamb
his eyes as black as coal
if we play very quiet, my lamb
Mary never has to know.

if i keep holding my breath, all of this will fade away. if you keep driving we'll be lying in the wreck, changing the shape, folding like an envelope to keep each other in. shattered glass, broken looks and mascara gets washed away by windshield wiper blades. that's where we hide the love and lies

If I cut you down to a thing I can use

I fear there will be nothing good left of you.

and sex, on the radio.

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"Signals Over the Air" - Thursday

"Lose Control" - Evanescence