Pyro vs. Poison Cat (Skyscraper, NY)

I've already got this problem, and it’s starting to freak me out
You know, I live inside the doughnut store, and she lives on the seventh floor
If I jump out the window, will I go up or down?
And if she doesn't like me, will she cut off my legs?
It seems like a joke, but it's not a joke
People say they worry about me, but I think they want me dead
I try to be myself, but I feel like someone else
Am I breaking the wall with my forehead for Jesus or Lucifer? Ah!

I’ve already got this burden, and I'm already six feet tall
Soon I'll be taller than the ceiling, and the landlord will kick me out
He plays Dorian modes, smokes cigarettes, and he castrates the town
But with a solid state amp, mutilated guitar, and some rage on a stage
I'll burn New York City to the ground. (Arf, arf!)
Tried to get out of the mirror, 'cause I always look the same
And I tried to stop looking into your room, inside my dreams
And I tried to stop talking to your face, and I'm spitting on your face
And the Winter is burning me

The center of the Earth is where I'm from, and I live there
It's my home. Fire shoots out from my skin, but every now and then
When you’ll let me in, I’ll visit the ocean in the sky above my head
I'll visit the ocean, and I’ll dive in

End of the year threw me in the air
But by next Fall, I'll fall just like all the others
End of the year sent a current through my hair
By next Fall, I'll fall all the way, a bullet through the ground
And if I don't fall further than the others, I won’t have a roof over my head
I'll never see the moon again. And I'll drown, and I can't move

This weird world is rewiring me to speak and think like a human man
To walk the streets like a citizen. And talk about the weather, whenever I can
Did I tell ya? We found an alien, outside of Niagara, on the way to Odessa
She stood outside, smoking an e-cigarette, drilling silence and words into the tip of my head
"Don't go anywhere! Stay scared! You can't breathe! Man, you don't even want to! Think about it!"

I felt a sensation of billions of blood cells, magic spells, spirit, and vibrations of lust
From some four dozen post-death meatball heroes
It was sinister and strange, drove me to the edge
From a metal to a magnet, and then a black hole
And here comes some asshole, in the mouth of the room
With the head of a lion, and the heart of a mosquito
Mourning the severing of his gut, with a burp of bourbon, and a tragic scream!
"Don't go anywhere! Stay scared! You can't breathe! And I don't even want to! What about you?!"

Sometimes, I must admit, I hear a voice calling me from afar
I can't comprehend the words, but the message is clear, and it penetrates me like a chainsaw
I know what it means, and I know what to do. Yet I cower in the temporary warmth of the pack
When will I start running?
When will I run from the pack, to that dissonant shriek of a freak
Who howls alone in Riverside Park?
And upon my arrival, in that wild, uncharted volume
Whatever will I do?
Will I erase these questions from my mind?

You can't break the ground in manic town, but you can smell the suicide. Ah!
I had somewhere to go, and I ended up at the TPM show
There's absolutely nothing that stitches can't sew
Oh, whoa-oh-oh. Dropped all my shit, in a puddle of spit in Tompkins Square
Took it back, bolted off like a poison cat, straight into the arms of the electric chair
Born in the shadow of Moloch, it was written on my forehead
Taken by the hand of the quicksand. Fell in, and never got out
Snakes and spiders in my legs, they're not going away
I hear sirens and screams from the rooftop, and I feel better
Tonight, I'm gonna die, in front of your eyes
I've got nothing better to do
The train station's closed, and the landlord doesn't know
And I love you

At night in Skyscraper, New York, a bullet rings through the air
Through landscapes of dirt, and panoramas of lazy eyes
There is something else behind these walls, and doors leading into breakfast
At night in Skyscraper, New York

A party emerges in Skyscraper, New York. The lonely club singer becomes physically demented
But the man behind the wall was dying in room, with saturated blues and cigarette smokin'
Illuminated by black and white camera flashes from photographers in tuxedos
At night in Skyscraper, New York

A hospital in Skyscraper, New York is fluorescent greens and whitened walls
A man in a gown loses all character inside of him at the sight of a syringe
But manages to remain calm, in front of doctors
Campaigning for the next parade of infants to march in their doors
At night in Skyscraper, New York

He died on the street last night, in Skyscraper, New York
Fueled by the messages on the billboards, starring signs of the apocalypse
And silver screen dreams of a last chance at the road to fame
Through the back entrance at the theater, where the rocket ship went off
And the ashes of Hi8 video tapes of the crash sent everyone back to bed
A memorable moment in the days of looking out the window into a golden sky
He was no more, his soul sinking into the stained cement
The raindrops in the mud. The friends with mouths wide open
The bluest sky from the oceans of his entire life
At night in Skyscraper, New York

He had made an acquaintance, through vast networks of people
Who did things, which sounded like things they'd done before
Stared into the mirror, pulled out his teeth, one by one
Bought into the trap of his previous self, lost control of his own better judgement
His own best interest!

At night in Skyscraper, New York, people never change
They're stuck inside, prisoners to the silver screen deja vu
Or the gold, which fuels madness and obsession, in the city
At night in Skyscraper, New York

(Thanks, everyone!)