Heavenly Metals - Cold Cave

I was born in the middle of a war

The hospital was the last thing to fall out

Located on the dark end of where a street used to be

It was the last functioning building, when the apocalypse junkyard

Put android snipers on the roof in a hidden chamber

Shot full of uppers, downers and all rounders

The walls are created white with silver, red and blue lining

The colours were designed to promote the promise of a fantastic future

A better tomorrow, instead we got this

The dream was at once flown from the IVs

Would pump you full of heavenly metals

That personally hand you a ticket to somewhere better

The 23rd dimension, was where I came to

My coma in the metallic candy-land was once again interrupted

I kept trying to get out, but it always happens

The second our waves overlap

I try to connect hands with her

But she pushes me away

Away from herself and the black velvet ripple that eats up the sky;

It is always behind her

These holes hover over all of us

Maybe it’s a sign…

I wake up thirsty yet again

To the floods of acid rain

Frustrated, from being that close to someone that I could actually function with

I think she feels it too

Even though she is hesitant she keeps showing up

It’s not my dream anymore, It’s ours

No longer content with the dream

But since made only to disappeared objects

I need to feel these objects disappear with my own teeth

I’m sorry if I’ve gotten sloppy with these electronic dreams

But they’re all I have

A cosmic force, of a forgotten element

Keeps the dreamlike solution

Of the perfect dream, the one that may never arrive

The wretched robotic, smoke-stained, amputee night nurses

Try to harmonize my future

They are all tone deaf, their shrieks break the windows that we no longer have

Icicles fall from the ceiling

Impaling anyone who is unfortunate enough to be taking shelter under there

What am I doing here?

Is this hell or is this hell somewhere much worse

That I will soon taste

Will I ever know of another place, or should I stay?

Will I ever get to feel any other place?

For now my mind may paint other landscapes

But my feet only know of this decay.

So I bask in it

If I’ve learnt one thing in this junkyard, it is this:

Things may worsen at any given moment

So no matter if I’m dodging, pushing soldiers into shrapnel, their feet torn

apart

By my dream lover, the one with a monitor for a head

But next I could only have me dreaming of such luxuries

I often think of pulling the plug

But I’ve heard it only gets worse

The ancients tell me to enjoy this hell

Because it’s angelic compared to

Door number 23