Verbal Ambition on a Suicide Mission

verbal ambition on a suicide mission. things got you stumbling, straight tripping and putting your wishes, those wishes, on hold, call waiting - next ticket? writers block because it won't slow down, minds on fire and the sirens are loud. chaotic appeal shaking up the world and there's nothing straight about this curl. curve your attitude, wake up it's all brand new, and you've got to want it- to need it and need it to want it. mixing up the rights and wrongs, everything sounds good when your listening to those songs, dance moves suddenly catch your body off guard but the words are forming and they're coming on strong. dressed up, dressed down, the words are naked to the sound, pushing statements of actuality, can you hear the war on tragedy, punctuating the causalities and they don't know why they do what they do but they do it with pride, eyes to the sky, no looking down for the ground is what will surround you in the long term and we don't have to time, for we've got the short term and in that term it's your turn so what are you waiting for, make a move before the snakes come and get you and down the ladder you'll go - before you get drawn into this life, and life is a game, not a game show no complimentary prize, or big flashing banner, when the game is over - hello sleepy manor.