Belly first, unrehearsed, I’m thrown from all I’ve known
A silhouette set among the
Badlands paved with stone
Photographs, fingerprints, fragile refugee
Higher rise fire in the sky society
Can I hold on, can I believe in
All the things you are?
There’s no sane in, chaos reigns in Subterranea
Cadillac heart attack, back of this beyond
Pusher king, TV queen, accommodating blonde
At Traitor’s Gate while you
Wait gender reassigned
The blindfold leads the blind
Can I hold on? I cannot count them
All the things you are
Were I stronger I’d hold out longer in Subterranea
Without the walls, comfort is freezing in my veins
And caught within chemical rain