is this it?(not the strokes)

sale your favors.
eat what you want
you rip me out of myself,
and hold me to what i'm not
leave my case completely untouched.
the blood on your lips isn't enough.
to satisfy the creatures
climbing up the tree,
that claws into that embalmed sky
that we all trust so much
but whats beyond the eyes of life?
a prayer? a god?
a lease on our thoughts?
twist me into everything i'm not,
to make me see the folds of existence
the sign reads keep your distance,
as you solve the problems,
they bite like the light hits the curtain,
and the night was wasted.