Neon Hearts
Lazarus dreams shared by dead voices
Broken promises create hard choices
Broken promises create hard choices
We are many, we see through white irises
We are the life support for murdered promises
Under the sodium lights of High street, a legion ascends
The pressure of battle crushes and souls suffer the bends
Clad in armor, masked, I shed my common disguise
Ready for war so that no one dies
Armies walk on melted asphalt
We live on a splintered fault
Spectators arrive by the hundreds, gathering for a parade
The police’s admonition against attendance did not dissuade
We are refurbished hope at bargain prices
Devoted to this life of indulgent violence and sacrifices
The destruction of the bank reveals the design of a caper
We rescue attendees drowning in toxic vapor
Neon heart pulses ink through threadbare capillaries
Machine gun nerves fire inside my skull like a thousand militaries
We wage war for an audience
Our condemners or our clemence
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