Ghost-Tape No. 9 - At The Drive-In

I used to hear them through the walls at night

Exchanging currents through modicums of pernicious lust

When tamed would always alter the future

In trance amounts played the ritual

Vacuumed the dents under a primer sky

Where a light field once held the promise of closing the sutures

But the ultimatum clots a tapeworm hymnal

Lost the ghost tape registered as number 9

It’s going to be a long night comin', she said I can never turn it off

Theirs is just a long lost grudge that will never fade away

Caving the symptom of confessional

Painted in licorice forgeries

Had she dawned the seductions subdued by the handmaid’s tale

One claimed complacence while the other knelt

He took the prescript off the parlor doors

Swung open but collaterals had altered the future

But the ultimatum clots a tapeworm hymnal

Lost the ghost tape registered as number 9

It’s going to be a long night comin', she said I can never turn it off

Theirs is just a long lost grudge that will never fade away

He’s the rule you’ve answered too

Locked in the omen of momentum

He pleads the fool of numbing agents

In the postmortem when it’s over

You of brittle faith have failed

Speechless bereavement for the last time

Fade away, trained to fade away

Fade away, trained to fade away

But they trained you, wire-framed you

Stood you upright in position to administer the want

But they trained you, wire-framed you

Stood you upright in position to administer the night crawls

But the ultimatum clots a tapeworm hymnal

Lost the ghost tape registered as number 9

It’s going to be a long night comin', she said I can never turn it off

Theirs is just a long lost grudge that will never fade away