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late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
my world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up
and I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone
now I lay here owing my life to a stranger
and I realize that empty words are not enough
I'm left here with the question of just
what have I to show except the promises I never kept?
I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets
I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound
look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
it gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that there's
a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
there's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it
rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of always talking when there's no change
I'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow
late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
my world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the
greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands
they've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance
can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound.

This is Mercury :] he is a second chancer. the Second Chancers are angels who save people from near death experiences, basically given people a second chance.
Im still working bits out so bite me >.>
In this one Mercury is at the scene of a car wreck, a crowd is gathering in the background, but obviously no-one can see him. He seems a bit suprised, maybe its his first job or something 8)

brushes from [link]
Lyrics "Artist in the Ambulance" by Thrice
Influenced by [link]

Description
late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
my world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up
and I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone
now I lay here owing my life to a stranger
and I realize that empty words are not enough
I'm left here with the question of just
what have I to show except the promises I never kept?
I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets
I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound
look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
it gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that there's
a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
there's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it
rhetoric can't raise the dead
I'm sick of always talking when there's no change
I'm sick of empty words, let's lead and not follow
late night, brakes lock, hear the tires squeal
red light, can't stop so I spin the wheel
my world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the
greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands
they've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance
can we pick you off the ground, more than flashing lights and sound.

This is Mercury :] he is a second chancer. the Second Chancers are angels who save people from near death experiences, basically given people a second chance.
Im still working bits out so bite me >.>
In this one Mercury is at the scene of a car wreck, a crowd is gathering in the background, but obviously no-one can see him. He seems a bit suprised, maybe its his first job or something 8)

brushes from [link]
Lyrics "Artist in the Ambulance" by Thrice
Influenced by [link]