We will live forever in the mirrors that line the streets,
Flirting with our demons at the edges of our seats.
The sun is always setting, and the starts turn people cold,
And shadows cast by neon lights make everyone look old.
Vanity removes the fear of not finding a soul;
Spotlights put our hearts in gear for never being whole.
Everything we cherish now will kill us in the end.
Enemies and traitors are the ones that we call friend.
I am running, always running, from the windows of the stores.
I am trying to escape the wretched carnivores.