Mothers nursing orphans, retreating through the beams i think that you exist but do you really?
Electric correspondence, you cannot pay the rent with hand me down appendages for chemical enslavement.

It's not indefinite, it's got a lifespan
You try to nurture it, hope for extension, as far as right and wrong,
I know the difference but right is oh so dull, and no one's interested.

Amestardamage doctors, prescribing recipes
With side affection stapled to your black jeans
Expressions are revealing just where i'd rather be 
But i'm thrown under the bus to try to resurrect a dead scene

Buckle down, when it [bad word] a threat you vocalize a hard [bad word] 
So here goes
I've reached the top of this ladder but what did it matter
It's on the wrong wall