days of being wild - and you will know us by the trail of dead

All sewn up
Pull out the seams
Take your call
Your voice is static
Far from my reach
I burn the page
Images are blurred
Am I afraid?
Around my throat
You came so close
To stopping me
Alive in jail, alive and well
I cannot leave
Innocent accident
Find my pulse
Trapped in a locked box
Teeth in a grind
All night amphetamine
Noise to the tape
Comes like a shattered beast
Cast a shade
Your mouth destroys me
Around my throat
You came so close
To stopping me
Alive in jail, alive and well
I cannot leave
Innocent accident
Come down dawn in one piece
Come down dawn to find some peace
Driven to shambles on a tip
I never said that I would quit
And the next song takes over
[Spoken:]
Wake your eyes up
And put your feet to the floor
Wake your mind up
And push your body to the door
And step off on to the porch
And into the street
And the night will have its way with you
And you find a place on the wall for your slogan
And your audience is the people of New York
And you were trying to take a stab
Trying to take a stab
And to make something out of it
And the acrylic hit the wall and bricks
To defeat the deposition
A nexus
An image
A vison
A middle finger to the institution
A middle finger to the institution
A middle finger to the institution