To fit your ideals;I tried all sorts of contortionsBut you extorted me in portions(Call that coersion.)Or a conversationToo difficult to have.
There are zombiesWith flesh tornAnd beyond meForlornWorn downClowns.Browns, blacks,Purple backs;Nothing left to baskIn.Out here;There's sinNothing but.
Who would comeIf I were to expire?Sit in my sun,Experience my fireOne last time to the sound of the choir;Who would look at that stained glassOn the floorAnd gaspFor moreTime in my presence?And how could I presentTo them "My God!You've got,To live while you can."
I see her,I see hurt.And you make it worseYou're the worstIt's like you rehearseEach and every time you sayYou'll be different in some way.I don't believeIn reliefOr releaseReal easeNever did more than teaseMy tendrils.But still I did ten drillsI said I did ten pillsI cleaned up seven spillsAnd stillI am instilledWith an unfulfilledNeed to be [...]
My mouthTastes of ashtraysAnd going astray.Have I smoked myselfLike an empty gun?Have I provoked my healthJust for a little fun?Or just for a little someoneTo sink my teeth into.
Trapped inDrastic filthI've attractedAll the things that wilt.I've insurmountable guilt towardsAll of the awardsLife offers.I'd like to take the girl insideAnd off herI'd like to take the world and hideIt in a box beneath my bed;But I'd surely forgetNay forfeitIts location.
Seven stepsAnd a swollen chestYou knew that I had weptCause you left what was bestMessed up.Yes, you made a mess ofReal loveAnd all of its trappings.Still, the traffic sings-screams your name"Save him! Someone save him!"But you were the one who could swim,While my fins were broken to begin withAnd the width we've left to goIs [...]
Something in my open handAnd I'm opening every door I canBut I cannotRotAny further.I can feel it on the furnitureAnd if it weren't forThe smell,I'm sure no one else could tell.I fell into an endless abyssAt the bottom of all of the things that I miss.Ever since then I've beenUnsure whenI'll heal;
"Yes you canBe lesser thanYou thought."I boughtThose liesIt was unwiseBut I was paralyzedAt all these dauntingHauntingOdds;Still, God'sGotta beLaughing at me,ThinkingThe sinkingThoughts would ever stop.
Dearly belovedYour cinnamon specksAre spinning on intellectSpitting on all that I expectTo be swept under the carpet.