Stranger

Suspicious in bright light
Too much red rim around the white
Cheap silk that wraps the body tight
And one by one seconds drip by

There's nothing they can do to her that hasn't been done before
But it's sweet they try

Not a single tree in sight
Fluorescents strip the skin bone dry
And pock marks fill and shadows fight

There's nothing they can do to her that hasn't been done before
But it's sweet they try

One heel is broken
Her hands do shake
And ranting is her speech, wrong is always on the wake
It makes you watch her with all your thoughts deranged
The challenge is to put her last humility to shame

There's something in the stare,
Though,
It's not for sure she's there
Dirty strands do veil the face
Small tattoos named big mistakes
She whispers when she talks strangling bottles of escape
Violent sympathy, white rage
Violent sympathy, white rage

Run

Hold on tight and start to squeeze
Blank expression in degrees
This is not at all your best
Try your hardest, do your worst
Try your hardest do your worst
This is not at all your best
Hold on tight and start to squeeze
Blank expression in degrees

Suspicious in bright light
Too much red rim around the white
Cheap silk that wraps the body tight
And one by one seconds drip by

There's nothing they can do to her that hasn't been done before
But it's sweet they try

Belted to the waist on stilts of trembling
The locket hinge digs in like marks of teeth on skin
The memory of dust
Just shapes of fading rust that
Moves when she's alone and speaks to no one home

The memory of dust like shapes of fading rust
Hands stained [???]
Hands wave to no one's home

Heel is broken, her hands do shake
And ranting is her speech, wrong is always on the wake
It makes you watch her with all your thoughts deranged
The challenge is to put her last humility to shame

There's something in the stare
Though
It's not for sure she's there
Dirty strands do veil the face
Small tattoos named big mistakes
She whispers when she talks hoardering bottles of escape
Violence, sympathy, white rage
Violence, sympathy, white rage

Hold on tight and start to squeeze

This is not at all your worst
All your worst