take the force of/protection

beauty ...  lies ... indie ... eyes ... fragments, memories that will deliberately deceive you again and again.  you will die on the shore false mirrors that cast daggers behind them, your eyes. coming down on the burning ladder. but the waves will never reach you. the copy is the very essence of crowds waiting for you down there. the orgy of sameness. lies built on lies have burnt all the possible horizons. the deception is stronger than any other thinkable pain. it hurts even in the moment your body collapses. there will be no hands left to dig you a grave. this is the last hour of eternity. your white skin, my tortured heart. the empty bottles of my eyes. a city cold as metal. a city i am going to leave. 

::: and if I made a fool, if I made a fool, if I made a fool on the road, there's always this and if I'm sewn into submission i can still come home to this :::