Last Night in Town

I hate this city Reposition the phantom rigged in reflective tape Situated like a makeshift antenna Grinning like tinfoil We're losing reception (We're losing reception) We can't pick up the game (We can't pick up the game) I should be discontinued I'm a broadcasting embarrassment Hiss like the damned Decoding the transmitted pulse That dispatch from her lips I'm not receiving a sign That says I'm still here anymore Do you hear me? Am i coming through at all? Is any of this making sense? (Does this make this sense to you?) Is any of this making sense? (Does this make this sense to you?) Is any of this making sense to you? You've got a ghost on your hands A televisual image only partially clear Scrambled phantom (I wish we'd all just stop talking at once) Spitting and cursing (Spitting and cursing) From the scrapheap we're on You should've lost your cool You should've lost your cool

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

The amateur camera captures her motion As perfectly, as the strangle knot confine that she wears on her wrists The trunk preserves the new car scent of the princess skin Disinfectant spit, adding luster to chapped lips If she comes to, I'll tell her that she's beautiful All these flies have gathered in admiration Perhaps we should Offer them a new wound I think you're right, this isn't really happening This isn't really happening Can't get the smell out Can't get the mascara off the upholstery This isn't really happening This isn't really happening Still everyone keeps laughing at me Oh god, this is all going to end badly If you don't wake up, I'll have to stop kissing you All that flailing has made you sleepy You rest while I untie you Stay here until they find you We've still got some time Before the reverie ends I've combed my hair Brought you your Sunday dress Tonight we'll magnetize The eyes of this whole town My handmade mannequin I won't let them get you They'll know you're mine By the fingerprints on your throat Isn't she lovely? Isn't she wonderful? Like the whores that we are Swatting flies from the wounds we design This is not about fear Paranoia is a disease of the unarmed This is beauty A sickening concern For the transience of flesh I'll keep my screams behind the gag I'll keep my baby's breath in a Glad bag

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

Staring at a ghost across a table set for two This is the last call before the credits roll The charm of silver screen depression saturated in alcohol It's so seductive Filtered through tobacco haze It's so fucking intoxicating The way they glimmer through the grain And make dysfunction such a fashion Jimmy Stewart suicidal sex appeal The alcoholic is the last true hopeless romantic Stumbling and smelling of stale gasoline Making James Dean speeches to an empty room Audrey left some lipstick stains On her cigarette in the ashtray With a note scrawled on a napkin saying this is glamor This is where Hollywood cues the delusion That everything looks this blue through Sinatra's eyes Oh, what America needs now Is another worthwhile overdose Celestial bodies constructed on set Destined to explode in the headlines Another dry martini and a methamphetamine Godspeed Norma Jean I hope you saved us one last sleeping pill Play it again for me The tragedy of a track marked beauty queen The starlet in the magazine She looks alright to me Oh, she looks so good to me But there's something in the way she moves Like I want to make me want you Tonight I feel like fame Dreary and estranged I'd scratch through glass not to be without you A whole lotta shakin' going on A whole lotta shakin' going on A whole lotta shakin' going on A whole lotta shakin' going on A whole lotta shakin' going on A whole lotta shakin' going on A whole lotta shakin' going on A whole lotta shakin' going on Chicago

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

Pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons The distress call that fall on a distracted short-wave signal A metronome timed to my panic-stricken breathing And a pulse conducted by our dying lines You said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain Distorted, distant, scrambled and desperate Oh, baby, I swear to God tonight I am sober It's the reception between us that's failing Everything's coming out all frenzied and confused Ah, she's got what it takes to make collapsing a habit And a dance out of a tantrum fit It's tragic but I'm sobering up Pick up the phone Tonight I feel like the hero of a rusting war My touch has the timing and precision of a car wreck No use translating the trembles They're symptoms of repetitive testing for fluctuation If I come back home, I'm bringing back the bends Ah, so give me a kiss Ah, let me taste the reptilian appeal Say it again, baby, come on Oh, say it again Does it get you hot? Does it turn you on? Fucking say it again Say it again I get a little hysterical sometimes, oh, the panic You shouldn't have been so sentimental All that kicking and screaming Everything I touch starts peeling We malfunction like machines Get up off the floor and answer the phone I always wanted to be a big star Didn't want to touch so hard I didn't mean to scream so fucking hard Open the door I am your deviant satellite An orbit defected by the ballast of words You're the reason For collisions I'm face down like a sailor washed up under your window Tonight is a shipwreck Navigating through disorder Now every electric star hums like a telecaster How punk rock is that? You're so oblivious Baby, you're my oblivion

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

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I am a very important person I've acquired a genetically altered handshake Capable of speeds up to thirty miles an hour Hair arranged by The most advanced Landscape Surveillance operators our company can afford I have a very expensive pen I use big words quite often In substitution for semantically equivalent words I attribute this success to my professional demeanor and my strong stock portfolio Though it may not appear so I am quite comfortable in my surroundings I have everything, let me show you around Smile, you fucker It's not often you get this chance Love is just an exchange of corporate documents I've reviewed your rapport And I feel you're a prospect for Mechanical salvation This is a joint venture that will be mutually Advantageous to both parties involved Technically this is just a business merger A consolidation of liquid assets We are respectively geared towards customer service There is a great possibility for corporate sponsorship If you're willing, I'm sure We could synchronize agendas Swift and efficient satisfaction Oh, satisfaction, baby, oh, come on Through innovative planning We could form a strong strategic Partnership capable of overcoming Sensitive and adverse predicaments Which will be discussed at the next Goals assessment meeting Promotion possibility And additional benefits Are diagrammed in my Preliminary objective outline Raises are granted based on performance

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

Where the air hangs like the static of a dead end radio I'm waiting with a frozen pulse Crawl into an empty womb Don't raise these dead They've found their god in soil Dry scab silhouettes Tell the secrets of sewn mouths, my heart is a sore But even charred faces crack smiles Mismanufactured Screaming like some faulty machinery The overwhelming inefficiency of infants Artificer stead me now You've sewn a machine You've birthed an abortion The corpse of God is love The corpse of God is love I'm rotting, and I'm not yet dead I'm the king of worms and I'll have your head Resurrected roadkill, blueprinted skin I swear I've never been here before Everyone but me looks like they've seen a ghost Everybody try to relax Everybody please remain calm All eyes fall on collapsing statues (I'm not supposed to be here anyways) (Stop laughing, stop pointing) There's nothing to see here Divinity doesn't show what the stables hold The scalpel proves my faith when he spits through his words We traitors share our strings We're suffocating under makeshift skin Pull out the thread, sew on a heart, make peace with dirt

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

Forget everything I'm about to say It's important you appear startled I didn't survive the crash I didn't survive the crash I didn't survive the crash I didn't survive the crash This is nothing personal I just had to stop shaking I'm sorry But I Don't Feel As if I'm in Any Shape to comfort you Memories are precious We are only what we remember of ourselves and what we have done Without memories we are nothing Memories are precious We are only what we remember of ourselves and what we have done Without memories we are nothing

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

Two sets of taillights burn dim and divide Stretch for miles making track marks across what veins fail to carry You should have taken my keys while my hands were shaking You could have kept the dead gone, entombed in the soil of arms Raise the breathing abrasion with a turn of the key Lost motor skills and a set cruise control Mangled insect screams through the puddles of drool Mainline the highway, baby Tie off the concrete veins And set the radio to FM love songs Clocked relapse defined by the RPM's of a static heart Reanimated by the rush of eyes and horizon Nothing warms like a road flare when caution sets Anodyne seeps like dashed yellow lines Through the withdrawn rearview addict Drenched to the drawn teeth in seething foam If you want me dead, you should have called me home Rumble strip as pulse prevents retreating eyes, dilate and close I can feel the dry heaves moisten I can feel the blood withdraw You are my failed twelve step program A red light could kick this habit A needle full of the junkies fuel Drops of blood on her fingertips Your arms are a deprivation chamber Sterile to sixty in forever flat Dissolve into the coast like John Wayne A hero and his heroine

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026

Neuron flash in fifty watts pinpointing to the streetlight limbo Told me it was chemistry why I behave like this Why I move in misdirected impulse And speak in scrambled clusters of white noise Traction is not a term of endearment Death is an experiment best conducted face down Vertigo may not include spinning, but it ought to I am languid in the puddle Face full of concrete cellophane Don't say a single fucking word Unless you speak with a drowning tongue I'm not listening, I'm not focusing My eyes have sunk and set and I'm invincible I'm waterproof Someone said that heaven is just coincidental collisions of electrons This is not the time for touching me I am a conduit changing colors, frantic humming televisions Conducting city spasms, shorting voltage like a fuse Come on Yeah The elevating vibrations of hysteria Amplified by the armor of the tarn Flashing lights paint veins across the sky And everyone along the roadside just wants to see a saint The serenity of sirens The allure of the femme fatale Her defibrillator hands can't stop me now I feel quite alright

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Feb 25, 2026