ET phone home!
Endless chatter on the line
some backstreet facade that I can see through
endless churning of boredom
gives them some sort of imitation purpose
creating afternoon telly adventures
of other's lives
because they have nothing real of their own
except the fear
which they feel but don't see
They can't recognize it for what it is
the mirror is too dusty now
cracked porcelain bowls
litter their dreams
like the empties that fill their lives
I need to clear the debris and wannabes
they don't know how the lines are to be delivered
the language of my script won't work with their native tongue
they've got the accent all wrong
to quench the thirst always leaves something empty
if the phone rings one more time
interference on the line
chaotic interceptors of my happiness
demons be gone
for the only call I care to take
is from home.
some backstreet facade that I can see through
endless churning of boredom
gives them some sort of imitation purpose
creating afternoon telly adventures
of other's lives
because they have nothing real of their own
except the fear
which they feel but don't see
They can't recognize it for what it is
the mirror is too dusty now
cracked porcelain bowls
litter their dreams
like the empties that fill their lives
I need to clear the debris and wannabes
they don't know how the lines are to be delivered
the language of my script won't work with their native tongue
they've got the accent all wrong
to quench the thirst always leaves something empty
if the phone rings one more time
interference on the line
chaotic interceptors of my happiness
demons be gone
for the only call I care to take
is from home.