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.

Always 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.

Testing fatal deficits.
Proves 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,
I christen you,
King Midas in reverse,
without retinue,
your mercenary faith begoning proof.
When sweetest revenge never comes true.

Why sing it again?
Why sing it again?