Shrewd Overlap of Decay
Every cut I make
is with precision
Deep enough
Enough bled to create
fluid pools of emotion
Frozen, a saw cuts through…
Dull
The theatrical trauma is brain dead
and repulsion
A copious effort
Without response
A reaction, standing alone
Like everyday that I try to connect
with you…
I am not as good as I can be
For every word
I fall away from lips
For every word
I trip over my tongue
For every word
I choke
Just something new for you
to get use to
For every word I spoke
As a blind man
I cannot wrap my arms around
The point of interest always found
without being lead, I am
Just another madman with a thought
Of which way was up
Which way was wrong
This song?
The time spent in mind?
The questions I cannot find answers to
Help is long gone
The one I thought that could be constant
Is constantly in doubt
A shrewd overlap of decay
Rot on rot
No way to convey a single word
Running through my complicated mind
I know my way around
Since when are you my guide?
All you have to do is what it takes to slide
And let yourself take over
Not the need or want
Just you
~~~
Taken back by thoughts
You willed with in
Compiled from the other lives
you cared enough to care for
But nothing is learned
You leer and judge
You don’t learn or become law
Truth be told
You are sucking a hook
Without a connecting line
To any who care enough
You are small time
You are a throw-back
(There is a barrel with fish in it
Most cannot strike point blank
There is one hooked by the lip
who can’t fight it tooth or nail
This is the one that can’t exist
Without the barrel
In the barrel we are just fish
With out the barrel we are human
Without the barrel we are scared)
~~~
All this time spent taking mind
Wasted reeling on time
Snagged on doubt
I believe that broke the line
This misrepresentation of time
The time wasted words
The self inflicted pity
My fault you failed me
~~~coda~~~
Just something new for you
to get use to
For every word
I fall away from lips
For every word
I trip over my tongue
For every word
I choke
Like everyday that I try to connect
with you…
I am not as good as I can be
The binding wire cuts deep
I bleed through these eyes
No one sees through
This misrepresentation of time
The time wasted words
The self inflicted pity
Rot for rot
A fish without a barrel
Without lips
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