The salted tongue

It's all about the weak and the devastation.
The devil has come for all the details.
Clicking a button so you're free to exhale.

Is it the cursor, the curse or the nerve to burden?
You're stating your case, a conscientious observer.
So preoccupied by the lives colliding,
Right in your face. It's entertainment exciting.

But what's worse? To care?
Or to be convinced there's an enemy somewhere?

Like an amateur lust, you were such the criminal.
Oh so mundane, but so subliminal.
You were down in the red staring up at the blackness.
A fixed rate desire that just deducts by the passion.

Feeling the burn, rest assured you are righteous.
The twilight tonight is scarred with stars made of diamonds.

'Cause all of us want to be held and flaunted,
In the light or the dark by the Holy or haunted.

Are you haunted?
In the light of the dark by the Holy or haunted.

So walk the way of us and dance the false parade.
Come to love denial and the way it makes mistakes.
Delay, delay, delay. Delay the salted tongue.
Forget forbidden tastes, ascend to chemicals.

Delay, delay, delay. Delay the salted tongue.
Forget forbidden tastes, ascend to chemicals.
When the whites of all their eyes are in their hearts of hearts...
Then you may confess, then you may confess.