From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart
The drugs of initiation, the bottom of a barrel that drops
I understand your causes sympathize with motivation
All the details of this war are just self-infatuation

1 2 3
Nothing's for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks
And go home

Your manic blood runs thick my friend are you looking for a clean escape

From baby to best, there's no second test
Little storms destroy you
Here is the fame they promised to give you
Taking the place of my hand now

Did you try to be true?
What separates me from you now?
What separates me from you?

Did you borrow the soul, the soul that you sell now
What does your conscience tell you?
Where are the demons of your desire
Why does my love destroy you?

You and me of the 10,000 wars
Dividing life into factions of pleasures and chores
A bed to be made and a bed to lie in
A hand in the darker side
And our sights set on Zion
The heart of a skeptic and the mind of a child
Put my life in a box
And let my imagination run wild
Pour the cement from my feet
The heart and the mind on a parallel course
Never the two shall meet

My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark
My place is of the sun and this place is of the dark
I do not feel the romance, I do not catch the spark

I don't know when I noticed life was life at my expense
The words of my heart lined up like prisoners on a fence
The dreams came in like needy children, tugging at my sleeve

Pain from pearls, hey little girl
How much have you grown?
Pain from pearls, hey little girl
Flowers for the ones you've known

Are you on fire from the years
What would you give for your kid fears?

Secret staircase, running high
You had a hiding place
Secret staircase, running low
They all know now you're inside

Are you on fire from the years

Everybody loves you and they want to know your story
You go riding out a mystery concealed in all your glory
But when it comes to flesh and bones you remind me of Shalot
Only made of shadows even though you're not

I remember how I spent all my energy and time
With affected conversation trying to pry inside your mind
You are as brilliant as truth and empty as a shell

There must be some kinda way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
I want to tell you now
You know there's just too much confusion
And I can't no I can't get no relief
All these businessmen they all drink our wine
And the plowman well he dig my earth
And you know that none fo them along the line
Can show me what any of this is worth

From the bowery to the brimstone I tried to find your heart
The drugs of initiation, the bottom of a barrel that drops
I understand your causes sympathize with motivation
All the details of this war are just self-infatuation

1 2 3
Nothing's for free
4 5 6
Pick up the sticks
And go home

Your manic blood runs thick my friend are you looking for a clean escape