rocking and swaying, starved and deprived of sunlight, dumped in the trash;
born high just to survive, showing how it feels to put on new wings and
holding on to a piece of time, haunted by moments like a war weighing more than legend
speechless and afraid with shattered eyes, real cool, selling the best bullshit in town,
breaking down and born to act out with the sly smile of angels.;
they look like hell and never forget; after all that, still wanting you to love them.
Fuck their image; are you what you wanted to be, one of a kind,
taking what you know fits you like a dream?