Dial Down the Neon - Street Sects

Picture the contents of your swollen skull

Splattered across your front door

I know life only demeans, only degrades you

Falling asleep only delays it for so long

Then, there you are

Back on shit street

With a bag on your head

And a gun in your hand

Suffering in silence

My burden

Is I have failed to keep you down

Look at you trying so hard to feel alive

One door closes

Given the fact you’re still here drawing breath

Given the fact that each year gets harder you’re

Hoping for truth, hoping for relevance

Yellow and blue, the last time you fell you realized you’re home

Bathed in neon

Behind the eight ball again

No one cares now

I have failed to keep you down

Look at you trying so hard to feel alive

One more rejection

And one by one your virtues slip away

You feel cold and dejected but

Nothing hurts you now

Nothing makes you ashamed now

One door opens