Spare the Ones that Weep

Time to wake up my love
Remember that word?
Foreign to your eardrum
That noun, sometimes verb?

Now I’ve got you right here by my side
Dodging all of the flack
Now I’ve got my AK-65
With her hair of jet black

Spare the ones that weep
Before we sleep

Lost inside the silver screen my baby noir
I can help change the scene, let’s get in my car
Away from the technocrats and the dull collective
Escaping vampire bats, that’s our objective

We’ll confuse the machine, creating chaos
Wiping everything clean, freedom’s the payoff
Your trench coated Tarzan—
“Bang! Pop! I’ve got ‘em.”
Melts like hot marzipan
This faulty system
We’ll be outland by day
There you’re safe with me
This will be our getaway
Our little galaxy