A Lexicon

now the leeches are in love,
 and the serenade's begun.
 maybe you're the lucky one,
 but you can't trust a simple song.
 you're no fun.
 are we speeding to outrun identification?
 stoop for the honor,
 this pen's poison.
 defeated honorees trade self-made mythologies.
 who are these vampires,
 these ugly beauties?
 we are.
 we are steering by falling stars,
 swearing upon a lexicon of scars,
 but sweetest revenge never comes true.
 why sing it again?
 try something new.
 test for fatal deficits.
 prove to you that you exist.
 part-time assassin,
 who's next on this list?
 we are.
 we are steering by falling stars,
 swearing upon a lexicon of scars,
 but sweetest revenge never comes true.
 why sing it again?
 try something new.
 if this is a curse,
 it christens you king midas in reverse
 without retinue,
 your mercenary faith begging for proof
 when sweetest revenge never comes true.
 why sing it again?
 why sing it again?