Tear Gas

Fallen angels, painted footprints on the earth below

Forced to walk these streets without wings in the shadows

Drowning their sorrows in sin

Trying hard to conceal the afterglow of god still warm on their skin

I can't decide if I'm outside or just outcast

Caught between the screen and the scrape of the cold glass

We're talking in tear gas tonight

Tomorrow, in case it comes, won't bring the dawn you thought it might

I borrow from beggars

You bribe with stolen treasures

No measure to measure

Your pain is someone else's pleasure

Rusted water, dirty children running through the hall

We hide in plain sight of the right kind of people

When it's nightfall by noon

Even demons dressed for the dance don't take a chance without the right tune

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