The smell of whiskey, and liver
Lingers on the caged tongues
Of grief, and comfort at a junction
Lead with delusions of grandeur
What used to be a colourful mosaic
Of sinister beliefs, spoken repeatedly
Until it lost all meaning
Has become a faithless refuge
For the underground outcasts
Playful, instrumental
And unaffected by the light
That guides all prayers for nothing.
Lingers on the caged tongues
Of grief, and comfort at a junction
Lead with delusions of grandeur
What used to be a colourful mosaic
Of sinister beliefs, spoken repeatedly
Until it lost all meaning
Has become a faithless refuge
For the underground outcasts
Playful, instrumental
And unaffected by the light
That guides all prayers for nothing.
