RISHLOO - Winslow lyrics

Raven found herself a skinny skin stiletto
In the middle of a crowd, she needs a number
Fabricating passion for her painted fellows
In the middle of a crowd, she needs a lover

And I want to know
Why are we breaking bottles when
This well is running dry?
Drunk on aerosol shithole paradise
Keep them guessing
Make them sweat it out all at once

We've always been
I think I'm better than them

Spirit's thick as thieves
The building speaks in riddles
In the middle of a crowd, it needs a number
Sharpening it's teeth
The spirit's' weeping widows
In the middle of a crowd, there are no others

And I want to know
Why are we breaking bottles when
This well is running dry? It's the great
Subliminal entertainment device
With teeth, building living ghosts
Be calm, be calm, you riders on the storm!

See it for the shadowbox
Cannibal dance distraction
See it for the tired smoke-and-mirror display
See it for a crimson
Neon stained-glass refraction
See it for what it is
Not what you want it to be

Leave a little leather-bound Miranda
In the doorway so she won't say a thing
Make a little miserable scene out of her
I thought we were i thought we had gone

Oh, spare the din, your chloroform refrain
Pack away those old euphoria grenades
Look at all of them reaching
Look at all of those hands
Pulling, grabbing, pushing
In the interest of an understanding wasteland

Winslow, oh, Winslow don't look away now