© Electric Babylon Music Author: M.M.
A mythical creature rides out of the breath of rain, it’s bloodshot eyes
fixed on the carrier signal of my pain, like a rainbow cancer that numbs
the wires with electricity, a strangers kiss that kills so erotically.
These pain pills are killing me, but they're doing it so painlessly.
I’m a gunshot wound in the side of the thunder, the missing ;;link in the
pseudo science of wonder, the fits and jerks of the traffic of my
substance shaping, a doomsday device thru the metal detector of my
These pain pills are helping me, but they’re doing it so helplessly.
It has come to pass that my soul has a heartache, but this heliocentric
reality leaves me in it’s retrograde wake, and so meaning finds it’s mate
in oblivion’s arithmetic, and like the weatherman of the gods I remain so
Cant blame the doctor for your addition, cant blame science for all this
science fiction, cant blame yourself for what you cant control, cant make
your pain the warden of your soul.
These pain pills are healing me, but they’re doing it so hurtfully.
When they’re gone there will be no refill, when they’re gone maybe I can
begin to heal.