a somewhat sickly sort at seventeen,
today’s another movie-like trance
there’s no love in the landscape,
and whatever you dream, there’s no helping that
an android with spinning springs;
garbage, delinquent, nuisance, melancholy
i want you to know, know everything,
so i’m taking your hand and heading back
singing about these things and that,
we’re on a ghost ship with our eyes peeled
forward and back soon to be no more,
so then just forget it all…
to the solar system’s center we march;
take a plunge, reach out on one, two, and three
tear down the doors along the railway;
i’m telling it how it is, so believe it
shout all the way back to your tonsils;
see, look how riled up they all get
it’s an old good luck charm,
but make the most of it while it lasts…
let 3000 years of grudges fly,
hop, leap, everyone with a megaphone
tear down the doors along the railway;
it’s the truth, so believe it
the ghost ship scatters hatred;
look at it – it’s degraded into a riot this time
it’s an old good luck charm,
but I know it’s more or less a lie…
 "Lythirine")