its been so long
where did the time go
the darkness calls and the blood flows
but I'm feeling the sickness
and it grips me
down
chokes me
ans\d swallows me whole
Ive got to give it up
Ive got to move on
Ive got to learn new way of living in the day
and to be strong
it's like the moon doesn't sing for me anymore
and she bows her head when i walk under the stars
its like the hunted only know little things in life
and i know that they are in danger
and are despised
do they know they are ruining lives?
do what you like
and say what you say
you are all so wonderfully
beautiful
gorgeous
I'm jealous
and it's terrific
that you don't despise
the words scrambling from my brain.
I'm lucid
so i know I'm not making any sense
experimental drug problem
fell off the wagon
and I'm going to repent
its a wise endeavor to admit when you're wrong
its a smart move to show you're apologies and to move on
its a heroic act to brave the long nights without it
even thought he sun no longer calls you by your first name
do they know they are in danger
do they know what i have been up to
moving and reading people for money and shocking truths In a booth
for twenty dollars a reading?
what does my councilor have to say
for something they have no control aver,
better than being a beggar i suppose
but i have a problem and i need to tell her
i don't want to return to the nightmare
where he screamed for three days and four nights
restless
hot temper tantrum
teaching the angels how to
defecate on the floor
i don't want to admit the mistake
but soon enough they will find out
and soon enough they will want to help me again
and soon enough I w ill return to the place i get better to deal with inner demons
and vanquish enemies
within myself
and prove that i am insane
i read your palm for a fortune
and your lines tell a tale
i flip over a few cards to predict a predicament
and the virtues still leave you breathless
but this fortuneteller fell off the wagon
and has to get better
this lunatic
has to return to the place he despises most
and needs a get well card
not making any sense
just another screw for your head
take this pill and that pill
don't complain
when we throw your Christmas cards away
and never mind the screaming at night
its all a part of treatment
you will get better
this is a mistake
i see the future
you are wrong
I'm fine
I'm not a junk
i just fell off the wagon
i can tel you one thing though for sure
you'll never wipe your soul clean
from the harms that you have done from mine
i can';t bite my way out of this
i can't scratch my way to freedom
I'd love to have you here to release me
from these shackles and chains
but I'm stuck here with this delirium
