Alone and Aloner.

Salmonela cinderella,
Put it in your mouth
Kiss your lips goodbye
And slowly drift south.

Little bee, little tree
Dine with feeling
That feels like this
And cry because you see

Ring master, ring master,
There's something in her eyes
That wires my lips
And tires my lies
That keeps me afloat when the lion rears its head
And make iniquities feel like they're dead

In the evening sun
There's the amber sun
And it plays music in the air
And floats like it wasn't there
Its skull is described as blood
And it's blood described as mud
The name is nothing more than syllables
And the grass symbolized dragons
Keeping open their eyes and feeding their young
They hanged it on a cross with disgusting command

Fly and crusade, love the tirade
Feel the fervor and the disease,
Love the rap and kill the seeds.
Feel the rage and love the war
Kiss the earth and hug the floor
We all are the ones who fight for none
And fly and crusade on the bars of fun

The times are good and barred by us
Only in the occassion that we feign to run
Then we put down our hammock
And feel the disco rhyme
And pick up our ruckus
And laugh at our mistakes
Because when the life is gone and drained
We bleed some more
And the flies come about
And raid our stores
Because we're dead and it hurts;
For one thousand nations continue to lurk.