keyless resuscitation

it 's time for keyless resuscitation
of a cold heart and a cold mind returning
returning to the pattern lost in the dead of November
lost on a lost highway in a lost city in a lost nowhere of the soul

no whole nothing filling my mind
no free something for the time
must be soon before I break down
must be soon for me to be crying

so much angry noise filling the station
the red ears and red photo eyes are burning
burning cold like the flames of the life i sometimes remember
flames for the feeling flames for the fire flames for all of the everything gone cold

no whole nothing filling my mind
no free something for the time
must be soon before I break down
must be soon for me to be crying

must be someday I will arise
no scream shouting in my eyes

I cry for the mother losing a child
burn for the orchestra going wild
walk alone through my new hometown
and scream for the very last time

no whole nothing no whole nothing no whole nothing
clouding my mind
no free something for the very last time
I'll burn like a bomb if I don't go wild
so light a match and test the whiles
of a forgotten mind lost on a lost highway in November