I let go of ego and comfort
The sky is falling
The sky is the limit
You got dressed up and went to the show
The damp pavement slapping the soles of your shoes
A broken streetlight tells a tale, sets the stage
A man in a dark suit opens a door, I shuffle inside
The air gets thin as the house lights fade
The devil leans in and whispers in the back of your thoughts
In the shadows, in the back of an old stone cathedral
Echoes of the truth, rough, polished with crap
I tip my hat
You blow your horn
Slip it all into a box on a shelf in a dusty closet
A red light in the back of the theater
I see the balance
You see an exit
A rap on the microphone
The artist clears their throat
Twist up the night, watch it burn into the sky
You sit down behind the wheel, a dark green sedan
I'm passed out in the back seat with a lit cigar
Reflections in the gutter, stars and needles
Dancing in gray area, blackjack and china white
You stand up just to fall back down
I climb a ladder all the way to the sewer
There's a glimpse of moonlight shining through
Lights up the branches of forked trees in a graveyard