I plan to steal away from this circus
with the cool discipline of a juggler
and I'll make ready for silent dessert
if flowers will grow there they will guide me

Head bowed, I trace the narrow corridors 
of my fingerprints. Too long, too long;
eyes swim, neck aches, and I look up.
All those bombs that hang in the sky,
do I hope to live long enough 
to watch them slowly fade?
But just how different 
has a different day really ever been?

And I'll dissolve my pain in this acid
to feel something like new after so long
but my old uniform can't be removed
if I treat you just the same please forgive me