Diorama

The lights go out over Jericho Beach and my eyes can't store the memory
The back of my space drifts away into someone else's galaxy
I make my choice and the path of choice leads into role behaviour
I sell my dreams for the promise of peace as I know that you'll arrange for me
A placed to stay and sometimes be awake
A placed to stay and sometimes be awake
I'm down in the tunnel down in the tunnel the tunnel is all I memorize
A hollow truth a droned-out monologue waiting to be filled with lies
I am what I could lay aside from the urge to recreate myself
I'm 30 years of age and still I can't find behind the wall of ice
A placed to stay and sometimes be awake
A placed to stay and sometimes be awake
Stay away, stay away