The Gown

White as the walls which hold my hand
Will I bide my time in here?

So, now the waiting game in shoes
The purpose all too clear

Clouding grey, a man calls out my name
He takes me off his list

Calls me through before I get the chance to speak
He says please try not to exist

Off the ground with no rope tied to her, through the open door
What a time to embrace vertigo, staring solely at the floor

But no angels once were memories
Just her own scream bring me down

Now your arctic wounds are tarnished
You weren’t worthy of the gown

You’ve lived a good life for the most part
But that won’t cut it out, it’s all we say

Maybe back when life was enough for most
But not with a queue like you see through them

Oh, admin check, ethics are check
Good for you, you can follow command

But we need to see its thrill and thrill and thrill
If you’re gonna make the promise land

Off the ground with no rope tied to her, through the open door
What a time to embrace vertigo, staring solely at the floor

But no angels once were memories
Just her own scream bring me down

Now your arctic wounds are tarnished
You weren’t worthy of the gown