Dying Ember

I've got plugs in my ears

and patches on my eyes

I've got a switch on my tongue

to shut off my cries

I've got glue in my joints

and lead on my back

I've got concrete in my shoes

they were all gifts from fate

I'm dying

I'm dying

dying from the inside out

it's something to remember

when you're a dying ember

dying from the inside out

now I prop up my corpse

like a cutout of james dean

and recall decaying stars

of the silver screen

I wear beads and I wear chains

I wear most anything

I wear silver links and gold

I wear a ponytail

I wear a suit and tie

I am young and I am old

if you called me on the phone

I wouldn't recognize your voice

unless you dropped a clue, you know

like woodstock or watergate or marilyn monroe

©1990-2010 Wampus Multimedia. Words and music by Mark Doyon (ASCAP) and Eamon Loftus. Unauthorized duplication prohibited. All rights reserved.

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