The Coyote

[Verse 1]
Pain farms with their non-urban romances
With sonic maidens who cite Rimbaud
Scarf-wrapped earrings without chances
Of restitution in the arms of the cold
Alone is a coyote, scratches carefully
Down the vacant streets of storefront tombs
Alone is a coyote who dances madly
With anyone who ritualizes under the moon

[Verse 2]
That pain is lost in the womb of promise
A paradise found in the dying guilt
Blaming all in the tomb of compromise
In the precise wound that it helped to build
Alone is a coyote, suffers openly
Vinegar to the lips of dying flesh
Alone is a coyote who acts majestically
On that stage of countdown when his life is a mess

[Verse 3]
And the torch is set to the sweet pavilion
Where the ladies dangle their husbands
On diamond-studded leashes worth millions
In the fine print of contracts of understand
Alone is a coyote who left all behind him
To chance freedom in the wisdom of a fool
Alone is a coyote, changes his mind
When the chance comes to break all of the rules

[Verse 4]
And distance is a metaphor divided in ruin
To the victor the ashes, to the victim the crown
Resistance is a luxury provided with doom
Where the foolhardy fantasize all the way down
Alone is a coyote who thirsted so patiently
For the moment of truth that betrayed so soon
Alone is a coyote who stalks all the graveyards
Digging up the promises sworn to the moon