Puzzle Two
Lights from operating floors
Buzzing above
Scrambling all my thoughts
Banging at my bell
Maybe I'm in hell
As I walk through the streets
That bleed through houses
I'm the night
I'm longing a lift
From a bumper car
That missed me
Through all senses
Seeping through the cracks
Of the killing floor
There's always a mystery
There's always a mystery
So I break into puzzle pieces
Leave in separate shapes
It's a curse but I insist
A re-doing
It's a re-told tale
And I feel something
Creeping in the night
It's a half gram soul
There's always a mystery
There's always a mystery
