Skeleton of Suburbia

Version One

I
passion hurts.
to be passionate you must leave (something behind).

death waits. at every corner.  muscles ache

where. they. nev. er. have. before. 

Comfort (vb.):

your body longs for.

II
that house was clean.
far.                   from the nightmare of my past.

but something was not right -

left safety behind.

III
up and down i walk… tired… hungry…

nowhere

to lay my head.

O Son of Man, o, o, o.
no compassion. 

pain.
they walk away… drifting…

IV
kept moving…
brok/en

ab.an.doned.

lost.

V
no one to care for me.
i was Their product,
Their guinea pig.
i am a skeleton of Suburbia.

Version Two

 

I
Passion hurts.
To be passionate, you must leave something behind.
It is rewarded by spitting, evil stares.
Death waits, muscles ache
where they never have before.

Your body longs for comfort, the refuge of city lights.
The place where thousands make their home.

II
That house was clean.
Far from the nightmare of my past.

The passion I desired.

Pashhhhhhunnnnn (the word – a phantom, a dream).
No longer woke up to the orchestra
of death's devastating screams.
But oh, mon dieu, something was not right.

III
Up and down those roads I walked. No where
to lay my head.  No song to sing.

Now I lay me down to sleep, sleep, sleep.

Pray the Lord my soul to keep, keep, keep.

Like a game from my childhood.

Have compassion on we, Your people.

Your sheep. 

You had counted 99, but somehow forgot me.

IV
I kept moving.
Pursuing passion.

Pashhhhhhunnnnn?
I am broke

n.
Abandoned.

Lost.

V
No one has to care for me -
I was their product.
Their guinea pig.
I am a Skeleton of Suburbia.