Ask the Greeks.

I'm caught in a world of demons and decoys

and i don't know what I'm fighting for

running for a silhouette 

to get away from these shadows

my feet get stuck in this sweetness

its eating away the soles of my shoes

giving my soul cavities

and the only part of north i understand

is no

so i'm spinning on this compass

a wreck waiting to happen

in these corridors of black glass

and someone told me once

that things tend to continue 

in the way that they began

its a law they said

and i'm wondering which would be worse

falling this tailspin into the ground

or wait for the cops to come and pick me up

carry me none too gently

to the white boxes 

that they stack one upon the other

with arrows pointing 'this way up'

and 'no way out'

might as well keep sliding

across this phantom landscape

a fugitive who can't remember her crime

except that once she was a bird

and now she has no wings

Should we shoot a tragedy

to put it out of its misery

or let it play to the bitter end

applause applause my friends.