This Isn’t Halloween

This isn’t Halloween, it’s not a dream
This is my life, where I want to scream
Filled with nightmares, my soul wants to bleed

Fed up with the evil agenda, seeping into my skin
Oil mixed with blood, pissing out diamond rings
What we see isn’t always what it seems

Sunday confessionals of the lost and lonely
Pinning crosses on my Sunday best
Bent knees, bleeding hearts, full of unrest

A chaotic mess for a mind full of thoughts
Guessing random numbers to cast our lots
This girl here, this boy there, we go to form a couple

We keep them around as long as their bodies are soft and supple
Just don’t pay attention to what they say or how they feel
We rob their time from rusty clocks, just to steal

Afraid of losing the touch of lust and affection
All because our minds are poisoned with the infection

Digging for ivory bills, underneath rotting hills
Peel back our skin to reveal our bones covered in sin

Hit up the casinos to cash them in
Roll them dice, shooting sixes
Love the pain, flipping crucifixes

Here we are, here we stand
Naked and afraid, silent and alone

Are we waiting for the one?
The one that sets our soul on fire like the boiling sun 

Blaze like the ashes of yesterday
Repent in our time of decay
Let’s find the lost, in our blind man’s game
Insanity is the secret to not go insane

This isn’t Halloween, it’s the All American Dream
This is our life, lived to the extreme
Filled with daydreams, our demons begin to breed

Drowning in the power of chaos
All for one, all for greed.

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