1st Prize Ambulance Ride Lyrics

He sits cowering in a chair
A throne of stone causing despair
Never could he have hurt someone
He is out of step with the world around
The vacuum makes his body shrink
A pain from which his cold heart drinks

Mr. imbecile is his first name
He is out of step with his only dream

He wishes he could lie
Leave their ugly faces behind
If he could guard the doors of hell
They all would have to pay / those cruel men have come too close grabbing for his dirty clothes
A taste of blood on his sore tongue
Silent reminder of being someone

Their order: don t stop til it s complete
He is fixed now, a deep, hard defeat
Where they take him, he does not know
Emptiness has nowhere to go destination
Hospital, awareness
Of what has
All gone wrong
In my world
He wishes he could lie
Leave their ugly faces behind

If he could guard the doors of hell
They all would have to pay
He sits cowering in a chair
A throne of stone causing despair
Never could he have hurt someone
He is out of step with the world around
The vacuum makes his body shrink
A pain from which his cold heart drinks

Mr. imbecile is his first name
He is out of step with his only dream