A Lexicon - Burning Airlines

now the leeches are in love,

and the serenade’s begun.

maybe you’re the lucky one,

but you can’t trust a simple song.

you’re no fun.

are we speeding to outrun identification?

stoop for the honor,

this pen’s poison.

defeated honorees trade self-made mythologies.

who are these vampires,

these ugly beauties?

we are.

we are steering by falling stars,

swearing upon a lexicon of scars,

but sweetest revenge never comes true.

why sing it again?

try something new.

test for fatal deficits.

prove to you that you exist.

part-time assassin,

who’s next on this list?

we are.

we are steering by falling stars,

swearing upon a lexicon of scars,

but sweetest revenge never comes true.

why sing it again?

try something new.

if this is a curse,

it christens you king midas in reverse

without retinue,

your mercenary faith begging for proof

when sweetest revenge never comes true.

why sing it again?

why sing it again?