Empty

Empty glasses once filled with wine
Empty glasses have filled my time
Empty glasses that were once fine
Empty glasses now stand in a line
Because fireflies were once fun
Before they lit the home aflame
I said I’m done with drinking blood
But the wine has been a game
With flying planes I am done
So I crash them till they’re lame
When I start running through the mud
The quicksand can make it’s fame

So dance with your friends
Until they shall call it an end
So jump to the moon
Without getting so very high
And now loose the ends
And look for forevers finish

Peeling me away
With a meat cleaver
Chopping me down
Like a hungry beaver
But your limbs are hanging
While mine are still strong
Your reached for the trigger
But the barrels red hot
The bang is much bigger
And you miss the shot
you can’t kill a ghost
You can touch me at the most
Rub your hand among Lampposts
Looking for light so you can toast
To Death
To money
To power
To greed
To lay your evil seed

So these empty glasses are celebration
To young people and their education
Because they’ve stated a new proclamation
And after careful prolonging contemplation
Where they have made a glorious transformation
Where they made a series of operations
That saved them from looks of damnation

Here’s to empty glasses
No need for these frames
To celebration of the masses
For lack of heart string games
Here’s to a good life
Filled with everlasting strife
Filled with stronger temples
Which held wondrous things
Which held secrets
New life it brings
Nirvana it seems
Can be made by us
Can be made by me
Can be made by you