Death from Above

(Verse 1)
Smash me over the head,
with a bottle made of rust and lead.
Bleed my heart out to the wind,
build a wall for me and defend.

Magazine fumes with innocence,
for the ladies and for the gents.
Come out of the misty dawn,
undo the things that should be done.

Locked up and smashed to dirt,
throwing keys that tend to hurt.
Taking risks while catching flies,
burn the flag while the city dies.

(Chorus)
What now that we are in war?
What were things like before?
I kicked and screamed and threw away,
everything that did decay.
Will I see the light of sky?
Will I live or die?
We are trapped in love.
We are trapped in love.
We're death from above.

(...?)
Shooting at stars is,
what lunatics seem to call fun.
Speaking in a different tune,
is like losing everything that's true to you.
Did you run like I asked?
Did you run like I asked?
Did you run like you were told...?

Did you run like I asked?
Did you run like I asked?
Did you run like you were told?


We're trapped in love.

(Chorus x 1)

(Verse 2)
Hidden away from the busy street,
where the people like to meet.
Trouble is sure to come,
but my mind is numb.

Can you see where they said,
they would hide their wounded and dead?
Can you see where they told,
where they can unfold?

Did you run like I asked?
Did you run like I asked?
Did you run like you were told...?

We're trapped in love.
We're trapped in love.
We're trapped in love.
We're death from above.

Damn that hits home. Trapped in love, death from above. And the rest has just enough mystery that it leaves me thinking, pondering, filling in with my own thoughts. I think that's usually a good thing in music or poetry, giving people a little space to make it their own story. Nice lyrics.