holy water

Bottled empty space, the liquid only waits

For lips to kiss the taste, reveal the chase

Too scared of noises bodies make

When alone they only stand to break

In search of soiled earth to shake, and fall in place

We all taste the same, like holy water

We all look the same, like holy water

We all shine the same, like holy water

We all burn the same, like holy water

Fingers pricked to feed, give life new seeds

You can give but do not take, you're a past mistake

When the future washes bodies clean

The engines purr, the cogs they heave

In a machine that can't break, no parts to replace

We all taste the same, like holy water

We all look the same, like holy water

We all shine the same, like holy water

We all burn the same, like holy water

With hands that can't see, we dot our eyes

Make crosses of our stick figure t's, evil get behind

With a mind too scared to lose control

We clench fists tight and won't let go

With a toothless face, we smile wide

We all taste the same, like holy water

We all look the same, like holy water

We all shine the same, like holy water

We all burn the same, like holy water

sinking or shrinking

She said goodbye and put a pad-lock on the door

Swallowed the key just to be extra sure

But then fear stepped in, poured water on the floor

Now there’s a river between two oceanic hearts that live as shores

And she’s been paddling herself back and forth

In a boat safe for one and no more

And every time she lifts her oars, she creates tidal bores 

As her boat sinks slowly, forever lost offshore

It’s not the transport that is sinking

The destination is just shrinking

He drove away and down shifted his pain

Removed all maps from a glove box with no fingers to count his claims

Let them fade from his memory, rip holes in her frame

Erase all existence of previous travels like a father with no son to bare his name

But with no maps to guide him, all those dark roads looked the same

And that town he found felt welcome, but wasn’t found without aim

Littered with faces of retired actors using alias stage names

He’s been home all along with only himself to blame

It’s not the transport that is sinking

The destination is just shrinking

In the morning neither one of our victims learned a thing

Both held captive by their own stubbornness and refusal to change

Still chasing phantom ghosts, finding only emptiness and turning self estranged

Lining up lovers like coke cans in an open heartless firing range

And as the bodies pile high, so rises the odor of their fame

Angry townsfolk grow tired of their antics, bring torches to set flames

To these monsters that only take, and give back nothing but pain

Both too blind to see it’s the fear of losing love again that has made them this way

It’s not the transport that is sinking

The destination is just shrinking