Mothers nursing orphans, retreating through the beams   I think that you exist but do you really?   Electric correspondence, you cannot pay the rent   With hand me down appendages for chemical enslavement      It's not indefinite, it's got a lifespan   You try to nurture it, hope for extension   As far as right and wrong, I know the difference   But right is oh so dull, and no one's interested.      Amsterdamage doctors, prescribing recipes   With side affection stapled to your black jeans   Expressions are revealing just where I'd rather be   But I'm thrown under the bus to try to resurrect a dead scene      Buckle down, when it becomes a threat you vocalize a hard truth   So here goes   I've reached the top of this ladder but what did it matter,   It's on the wrong wall