17 February 2013
Moving through the blackness
With puddles at my feet
In this shitty part of town
There's someone I must meet
I work for the bureau
And she is just a whore
But right now there isn't anyone
I want to see more
She gets busted all the time
For misdemeanours, chicken feed
And the reason I go to her
Is not to plant my seed
She may be close to bottom
Of this towns society
And when she's not upon her back
She gives something to me
Working for the bureau
Means I've pretty much seen it all
And I've left my humanity
Among the bloodstains on the wall
So when we both have the time
Hers is the place I go
I'll bring a bottle, and quietly
We'll play the game we know
Society's barriers broken
No need for badge and gun
No need to turn a trick
No need for either to run
It may be just a few minutes
Or maybe half an hour
The big bad federal agent
And the lithe Miss Lotus Flower
Out will come the board
We'll play a game of chess
Playing against this girl
Somehow brings back my humanness
Nothing to disturb
Unless the radio goes
And I'm off to the next crime scene
And she's off on her toes
One day she'll get arrested
Or maybe get blown away
My humanity will just leave
With no-one left to play
But tonight it's all ok
Queen has taken knight
In the shitty part of town
For once my soul feels light
Misdemeanours • Opuss № I