Delilah

It fades
You move on
Then you serve

In daydreams eye this blurry Earth like a sapphire in the sky
(once I take my sycophants in a line back to the spaceship)

Preen my ego 'til I am an odd mess
And I haven't had a drink in seven whole years
And I can't feel a thing but the breath of time whispering "you're mine"

Rumour has it that you've been mixing sleeping pills and Adderall in a bid to focus on drifting off

But lord, it ain't easy in Electric Bethlehem
These are the end times, my friend; a reckoning of all

"My new king, I seek meaning, I find fools and fiends unfeeling - baptized in bleach and atomized"

My oh my

The handful of times that I've gone a week without booze
I just used substitutes in the hole, and had a good time
Then did too much acid and just blew my last chance for a nice year

The night grew close, 'twas there I faltered
The hooded speck of death had claws and addressed me thus;

"I could be your Delilah, man. I was before"