Passion is purpose

This noise will destroy us

When ashes resurface

You run and get your gun and hide

The sun is coming for your eyes

Drinking from the aqueduct

Hooked to Big Brother's catheter

You rinse me in the riddles of the gushing blushing morning sun

I feel the victory in my skin, yea in my skin now

We overdose on notes and tones and words when we feel down

And we don't know why

Good girls win and the bad girls cry

And we don't know why

Good girls win and the bad girls shut their –

Drinking from the aqueduct

Hooked to Big Brother's catheter

You rinse me in the riddles of the gushing blushing mourning son

A question on your tongue

Afraid of what will come

My sin is soon to spread – just do what an accomplice does

I'm a rabble-rouser housed inside the dim-lit projects of

A poem born of love

Will learn to spurn the doves

The words grow out and up and fill the air with murder's tongue

And we don't know why

Good girls win and the bad girls shut their –

And it's cold and bright

Kids in the grid with the clockwork eyes

I tip-toe through the open field

You hope I know this isn't real

I strip these shackles from my wrist

You swear to god that you would never miss

But I am proof that you lost

I'm just a kid in the grid tonight

Lock me up in your lullaby

Hollow throats will criticize

In my closet heroes hide