The Last Recidivist

The Lowest of the Low

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I’m feelin’ uptight, hungry for the half-light
Taste it like a ceasefire, shocks me like a bare wire
A premonition haunts me, lasciviously wants me
My skull so often taunts me, just like a house that haunts me

I’m feelin’ hard-pressed, breakin’ into cold sweats
Thirsty for a deep breath, plummeting to my death
On a kamikaze mission, a sticky-sweet affliction
Some sordid kinda fiction, in love with your addiction

“What’s the worst that could happen?”
He intones while the blood drips from his hair
“What’s the sound of dispassion?
I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care
I don’t care anymore”

I’m on the short list, I’m the last recidivist
I feel a certain discourse gaining like a dark horse
So wake the window leapers
All the winter sleepers
Toast the kids in rehab, and put it all on my tab
We’ll fashion up some wax wings
From balsa wood and kite strings
Of delicate dimensions and dubious intentions
Above the sorrow and the pity
The suburbs of the city
Betrayed by every last call
This world’s a fucking strip mall
Carved in cold embittered midnights
A jagged scar of street lights
We’ll hurtle high and fall hard
We’ll wake up in the backyard

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