When the Curtains Close - Counterpunch

We go through our lives

Never knowing what is real

As time passes by

We neglect what we think we feel

With the curtains closed

They carry out their sick sick dance 'cause

With the curtains closed they’ve buried my eyes

Come closer

We’ll stack the bodies for warmth

Our security blanket’s integrity’s compromised

It’s been picked clean of its skin

As we follow the invisible diligent worker bee

Making his way back

Down into the landslide

The conditions are perfect

Rest assured the anxiety’s high

Just lie still in the darkness

They can’t hear your cries

With your finger on the trigger

It’s no matter that you’re feeling all alone

Pulled by the strings of another

Have you forgotten how to play with buried eyes

Don’t pay attention

To the beacon burning a pale red

Dimming, as aspirations will wear thin and disappear

Like hopes born from grandeur

Our heavy hearts sink deeper

To the bottom of the bay

How dare you tug back now

Have you decided that you’ve lost your will to live

The scars on your back now

Will turn into broken neck

If you don’t turn back

Stay close now

They’ve taken away all the slack

An egregious act drawn out

While fickle desperate men maintain control

Is there anybody listening anymore?

Is there anybody left to find a cure at all?

Does anyone still care for it?

With your finger on the trigger

It’s no matter that you’re feeling all alone

Pulled by the strings of another

It’s no matter that your heart feels just like stone

With your finger on the trigger

It’s no matter that you’re feeling all alone

The pauper and the puppeteer

Their twisted dance plays ever on