Flamboyant Copies

Do you feel the harmony drop
As the city dwells in unknown haste
As well unknown, it’s never enough
Like a blast of cold air, in heated debate
Your grasp for words all but fails
But God still claims a lack of success
He of all knows the devils in details
A cocktail of signals repressed

Maybe I speak too much
It’s the drink I spare
That keeps me out of touch
And in such disrepair
I claim I’m far from weak
I’ve not a timid soul
Floats up through my mouth
Like a sinister ghoul

Slowly feel the target drop
As a real world cast erupts invited
You claim your knew the real idol
Before it was, alive or sighted
Now the next-door whisper proclaims
Endeavor lost, flamboyant copies
Worried for slits, in payroll print outs
The work was never enough

Maybe I speak too much
It’s not the drink I spare
That keeps me out of touch
And in such disrepair
I claim I’m far from weak
I’ve not a timid soul
Floats up through my mouth
Like some sinister ghoul