Testo Social Suicide

Your dreams will fade, and self loathing comes
The age-old curse of the clinically numb
Turned on bright lights, a wax wing demise
In cut glass bowls you find endless desire
(But I don’t mind)
Strangers call my name through the night
Victims of a social suicide
Through white homes and far away signs Burns a wind like fire in God’s own eyes
Sunlight climbs, through holes of black light
A day in my life and you can see through time
(People die)
Strangers call my name through the night
Victims of a social suicide
(Call me, into the night they call me)