On The Backs of Lions

Hey little razor, baby!
Dreamin' little acid daydreams!
Dream another dream for me now, baby!
Burn under the tarpit of your clarity.
Because the sea is a vast waste of analogies.
And the blimp is full of effigies and refugees.
Are you gonna drive us onto the back of lions.
Or feed us to the poor?
Yeah, this light beam is shredding paper thin hearts…
Like they were caught and tethered to the boars.

Come on, let's ride this beast to the promised land.
Where the lightning bolts burn villages like quicksand bags.

Where those beasts are…

Full of fire, tar, and napalm scars…
Rearing down the street like falling stars!
The sun is coming closer every single second…
Rays of light are beaming down shattered faces!

Hey little razor, baby!
Dreamin' little makeshift daydreams!
Dream another nightmare for us now, baby!
Tie us up and strangle our luck now, baby!
Carry us until your back is frail and tattered.
Like a blood soaked flag that's been battered…
Toss your lungs into the forest of fate…
We won't stand around until it's too late.
Are you gonna take us for a ride thru tarpit jungles?
Or drown us down the throat of eagle mothers.
Those light beams are shredding up the neon sky.
Street signs are beginning to look like tie-dye.

Where those beasts are…

Full of fire, tar, and napalm scars…
Rearing down the street like falling stars!
The sun is coming closer every single second…
Rays of light are beaming down shattered faces!