Tribute to Omelas

the TV turns into white noise,

something I can hear but can't really make out.

Like a baby stuck in a womb, waiting for arrival (of - Som . thing . else)

Eyes sewn open, as lost and desperate as a dream

Doll tossed- while in the public bus,

People don't know

that the girl given a red rose on Valentine's wants to cry

ah...

I let it go and drop the rain over your face

streaking your pale cheeks with deceit

torrents of torments

washing the heart of Nemesis.

watch my smile slip through your fingers, crumble in the cage of your hands

This sheltered life is a sheltered lie

I cry silent tears, you sing along

the music until the ambulance arrives

Music until the ambulance arrives (sheltered lie)

I let it go and drop the rain over your face

streaking your pale cheeks with deceit

torrents of torments

washing the heart of Nemesis.

Sitting alone facing the screen,

its promise crashes against a broken scream...

Happiness is as lost and as desperate as a dream.