Sentinel

[Verse Two - Pressure]
These dim lights hold, silhouetted figures fit in tight moulds
This beer's ice cold, yeah we're going to be here till the nights old
I might stroll, see what I can plunder, but I wonder
Do I feel a blunder or is that the drink putting me under
A strange feeling, this place got my brain reeling
Looked up and seen a picture of the barkeep upon the main ceiling
Feels like a broken dream, I'm walking through a smoke machine and
In the corner seen a dope fiend, blowing a smoke screen
Sat down, looked at the picture on the bottle label
It was the same man and the stripper that sat atop my table
And as he licked her thighs I saw that glint in her eyes
The wristwatch upon her waistlet it had him hypnotized
She kissed him goodbye, threw me a smile and a grin
My reply cut thin by my hand wiping my chin
Walked to the bar as the tender looked right through me I said
"Excuse me", then he replied in tones as if he talked about me not to me
He said: "Welcome to the Sentinel, I hope your stay here's perpetual
We serve drinks and broken dreams but no edibles"
I bought a round, man I think this is watered down
Its tasting sought of fowl
This place is giving me the creeps and plus the doors are now
Closing to the public so let's make our move
Then I was struck by the strangest sense of dA