Mercury In the Water - OH, MANHATTAN

I can taste the mercury in the water

A bitter blessing bestowed

We have less hope than holding candles to the wind

And more pride than common men

With an arsenal of faith and theories never proven

We’ll be gone before morning comes

But I’ll take comfort that justice has been served

We got exactly what we deserved

The stakes are high

When you say goodbye I’ll say goodnight

I’m not fond of common endings

Reprieve, we’ll be baptized in puddles of water and blood

We’ll betray our fathers for the way of the gun

So let’s start the countdown

I have been patient, you have been nothing but trouble (but trouble dear)

Scribbled on paper with traces of thought being oh, so clear

Wide awake for the first time in days

Transcending illusions of passion and hate

Lucid and beautifully staged

Bow before the empty throne that’s before you

Protect those children and strive

To be the leader of an un-armed militia

That’s blessed but mute, deaf, and blind

Another year, we’ll be immune to the poisons

And we can proclaim our lives

But falling short is inevitably written

So sit back and die more inside

Three can keep a secret if two are dead

So let’s start the countdown

I have been patient, you have been nothing but trouble (but trouble dear)

Scribbled on paper with traces of thought being oh, so clear

Wide awake for the first time in days

Transcending illusions of passion and hate

Lucid and beautifully staged

I’ve lost so many battles inside my head

I’m afraid I’m gonna lose the war

And I’m starting to take comfort hanging a white flag

Than trying to endure anymore

I haven’t slept in so many days, that my body, my body aches

I’m thinking about joining the rest of my friends

Because eternal sleep seems to be the latest trend

We’re playing life like a sport

These battles are trying, and our time in life is short

No signs of vitals, and I can’t take anymore

I’m standing my ground, and I will still speak of love

Even when I know, it has lost its meaning

So let’s start the countdown

I have been patient, you have been nothing but trouble (but trouble dear)

Scribbled on paper with traces of thought being oh, so clear

Wide awake for the first time in days

Transcending illusions of passion and hate

Lucid and beautifully staged