the bed of a sickman is a slab of concrete
his wan colored blankets a cold metal sheet
this feels so out of place
to say I'm here yet lost in space
I cry tears of the unjust judge
angry at myself for refusing budge
and just doing things my way
wish I could call away
the feelings that fall away
into some other way
like today
Here I shout
amdist calm cold crowds
foggish clouds
and a storm
inside
the taste of forgotten fruit is so bitter
as I've climbed over landfills of decrepid litter
only to see that within myself is junk
drenched in a funk
when the sweetest smell stunk
I left my good boots in the trunk
so still doing things my way
should have chose the highway
I wish so much I could call back
the ogres sent to attack
someone as special as...
you
Here I shout
amidst calm cold crowds
foggish clouds
and a storm
inside
my teachers always came from experience
all were drawn situations dreadfully serious
we all know that we aren't supposed to
since then to know truth
is to know a person, not a place or thing
for every trap has it's specific spring
contraptions with contraction's killer
more then the tales of the old town miller
for it takes it's toll in a real life thriller
I need to do things your way
when fountain's seem to pour grey
I know you can still call away
the sins that stained yesterday
contain all of my angry horde
sowing peace among discord
for your word is a sword
to consume and devour
my darkest hour
Here I shout
amdist calm cold crowds
foggish clouds
and a storm
inside
his wan colored blankets a cold metal sheet
this feels so out of place
to say I'm here yet lost in space
I cry tears of the unjust judge
angry at myself for refusing budge
and just doing things my way
wish I could call away
the feelings that fall away
into some other way
like today
Here I shout
amdist calm cold crowds
foggish clouds
and a storm
inside
the taste of forgotten fruit is so bitter
as I've climbed over landfills of decrepid litter
only to see that within myself is junk
drenched in a funk
when the sweetest smell stunk
I left my good boots in the trunk
so still doing things my way
should have chose the highway
I wish so much I could call back
the ogres sent to attack
someone as special as...
you
Here I shout
amidst calm cold crowds
foggish clouds
and a storm
inside
my teachers always came from experience
all were drawn situations dreadfully serious
we all know that we aren't supposed to
since then to know truth
is to know a person, not a place or thing
for every trap has it's specific spring
contraptions with contraction's killer
more then the tales of the old town miller
for it takes it's toll in a real life thriller
I need to do things your way
when fountain's seem to pour grey
I know you can still call away
the sins that stained yesterday
contain all of my angry horde
sowing peace among discord
for your word is a sword
to consume and devour
my darkest hour
Here I shout
amdist calm cold crowds
foggish clouds
and a storm
inside
