We opened fire with a .45 on everything
Then turned the gun and painted the white walls behind us a stunning cardinal
Soon discernible to our eyes as a grotesque, almost ruddy brown
Again and again this scenario played out in my dreams
I can't speak for everyone
But this is an uncontrollable vivid representation
Of a potential dark future of the self
Or perhaps even for all
A dream that comes in different forms for everyone
But this one is mine
Again and again this scenario will play out in our dreams
It's an inescapable metaphor for the low-life in all of us
We are in love with our own paranoia
And always in a struggle with our love of natural beauty
And the temptation of wretched ugliness
Again and again, we put ourselves through hell