Saccharine

Lie in a hedgrow I have grown bigger than Two timing a talk show We pitch the perfect plan Like leather and concrete Find strength in sterile eyes Downtown where the tracks meet Rain bleeds from swollen skies And we're all trapped inside this maze Caught breaking sweats while counting days Struck down behind the wreckage Of our less than perfect ways The brave ones die with no regrets She wants the one she never gets Until its over Stabbing their backs now Frail lies make perfect sense Caught grazing the cash cow With a straight faced innocence Still rising above this You'll go on like your taught Such incredible likeness And lack of thought And we've got it Slow mold pathetic lies Stripped clean and sterilized We all go under the knife With the game show anesthesia Anesthesia