Step inside the reverie of renegades and rascals. Cast your dreams into the night falls on our Atlantis. New cavalry for your new lie with me and say we are forgiven. We’ve been framed and guilty all the while we while away awake again still writhing. It’s such a shame. We found out nothing gold can- This hold needs sabotage. No rest for the wicked. Stay with me, warning bell. Avenge the unrequited. We are the exiled. Maligned by chains and daggers. Baptized by phantoms. Torn from our fading shadows.

Mirror, mirror, you’ve done me wrong. The first door on the right was the last door on the left all along. Look out below, child. You’ve been sold to the spoils and the hollows of these catacombs, your sunken home. So, would you kindly pass the blade? They’ll stitch your lips and take a scalpel to their tired shapes. Mind your manners, dear. It’s not polite to stare, but don’t be shy with what you say. Their severed tongues won’t speak our names. Hold real still, baby, and close your eyes now, and pray it’s over soon. Pray I’m the one you always knew would save you know what they say about all good things. The scars are fleeting, but lord help me, I can’t shake this feeling.

I am the reckoner. Don’t come here looking for asylum. You said I was your sparrow. You used to be a better liar. Now, who will break first? Don’t keep the vipers waiting. Is this the cost of madness? To watch them drag the salt from your veins.

They’ll turn on you with their guns still sweating. Is it someone new? The marshals stagger gasping, “You never should’ve come here. Now they won’t let you go.“ Hold me, and fool me now. Raise their memories as your own.

After dark, baby, it’s hard to tell your way between the trap door, your final hour, your narrow escape. And here’s to looking at you - all skin and bones now. A hard fall from the leather and pearls you wore when you called this place your own.

They call him old black widow, spilling kerosene. My oh my, don’t let the neighbors see. It’s an old damn shame on the rascals we were. Pour one over your shoulder for the glass-eyed girls. Orphans in the pipelines, salt to steam. There’s a needle in the gutter just out of reach. Deeper downtown at the docks, you were gambling roses. You were swaying the odds.

Hey little sister, won’t you save my soul? I’ve been hopping trains watching the sky turn cold. Long way down to our old haunt. Tarnished in scarlet, I’ll be what you want. Child, this ain’t no circus trick. No, there’s no waking up from it. Hand in your pocket and a blade to your neck. For all the struggle and the cure, here’s to the end.

Shattered caskets left behind. From broken earth, the dead will rise, and march to avenge the unrequited. Six times damned, and still we stand up fighting. Stalk the hours for breath and bane. On patient roads, the hunter waits. Hold a candle to the sparse and cold. It was me, your crooked hope.

Fearsome doves cross the empty south. Don’t let me hold your hand or know I smell the bloodshed on you now. On your knees, the night folds in and drips down from the ceiling. If only you hadn’t stopped believing.

If I’m not one of your kind - a traitor born from the fables and cons of the damned with an old fashioned black eye. Pull me under a veil, your recluse torn again. Come to claim from the swallows. Their poison sky bled us all the same. Shackled, tongue-tied, we follow. They’re counting scalps and denying the stains. Paling hands in your new disguise. A ruined barrow where there once lay a garden alive. Hush now, you’re in shambles - all that’s missing where we used to be mine. Scrape the dregs from the aisles. No canon bells, just a chorus of sirens, come to claim for all that’s missing. We were born from all that’s missing is you.