Stained Silver

Pop culture with a pin

Watch it wheeze in the air like a dying balloon

A mistake dawned on me

And the rest of my tribe.

"Your wish is our command"

No really. It's OK

Give yourself a group hug and a pat on the back

No really. It's all right

Pose your best for a shot from the firing squad

Choosing my defense

I'll stay on the fence

Sneak a gun through the gates of heaven

Raiding tomorrow's prayers

With a stained silver bullet

Oh how it kills me waiting to follow through

On a dare

Pop culture with a pill

Watch it make all the worms in your mind disappear

Maybe so, maybe not

Never sure if it's me underneath a white sheet

Halloween, Halloween

With a mask I can be your new friend for a while

Trick or treat, trick or treat

There's a razorblade inside your candybar

Pop culture on your skin

You cannot keep your fingers away from your face

Memories are haunting me

Like fish floating dead at the top of a tank