Suit Impostor Prophecy

monday morning fingers around your throat
on the platform in your hat and coat
steel dragon slithers up third rail moat

muscle tension held in by skin and bone
trap-door spider trapped inside her home
newborn infant crammed into barbie clothes

you climb on board

your salvation will come

destination double doors open wide
eager victims pile themselves outside
for a taste of selfless self-sacrifice

ticket-taker typically taking fares
girl on cellphone with a headphone stare
sea of faces all comin’ up for air

you climb the stairs

your salvation will come

this is not me please believe me this is not me
this is just my suit of armour an impostor a survivor turning days into paycheques into respect
i once had some big dreams really big dreams now i just have debts

phantom spectre shades of our former selves
turn the night-trains into strip motels
for the moment you’re one of them as well

muscle tension held in by skin and bone
trap-door spider trapped inside her home
newborn infant crammed into barbie clothes

you climb on board

your salvation will come