I have friends out for blood
I wish I could tell them the news
My head goes on beating
My heart goes on thinking
While the rest of me is painted in blue
I freely support them
I raise them up high
To stand on my shoulders and wave
I smile broadly up at them
My mouth full of ashes
I think I'm so noble and brave
I have friends who will kill me
And I really don't mind
As long as I get my idea of love
I bleed for them gladly
I am struck unaware
Sideswiped by a soft little dove
I have friends who are pretty
They use all of their charm
To make others throw dirt in my eyes
They blandly discard me
I'm psychically drained
Competing with visions and lies
I have friends who are busy
Controlled by the fates
And soon to abandon my star
I swallow these poisons
As my one meal a day
I pray things don't go on too far