Pieces

the world for us is always about to end
but if everything is going to hell anyway
than what good is redemption gonna do us in these last minutes
while we are bonded in temptation
degenerate desires wrapped around our necks
scarves of ill repute

when the angels come out tonight to light our sickened souls
we will be waiting
broken bottles at our feet
broken dreams between our teeth
abusing ourselves in search of what can never be found

we can't wait for serendipity
so we take matters into our own hands
and as we sort through the pieces
we find nothing worth saving