Irregular Heartbeat

Taxicab courier from airport to room
service brings sandwich with monkey-boy bellhop,
an open window at night letting the breeze in from an anonymous world.
City doesn't know your name,
city doesn't care.
City doesn't know your name,
city built on crumbling pension and straining back.

Wake-up call on bakelite phone,
chipped and tinny in chorus.
Tomorrow's mirror looking back,
a small slick set in hand,
crystal clear reception.

Crown the new King,
in his robes of silk and silver and gold.
Crown the king and go to war,
spreading his power like the careless holy seed.
Crown the king and go to war,
selling brother and sister as manual labour.

Burning crescendo in the streets!
A crucifixion of cataclysmic proportion,
feel my skin scream and tear,
under wire tying me to wood.
Hear the heartbeat you left in me,
with that extra tap on snare.
Hannah, While you are in the dark,
I am in the dark.
And you're so lost in the eternal shadow of time.