Life,
I don't take in the contagious pain of others well,
I have too much of my own brokenness to deal with.
Life,
look at all of this spilt time troubles have cost me,
these careless friends I have lost along your awful way,
torn and frayed.
Wind never settles… Wind never stays!
Come what may,
there are no stable graves for my kind.
I was born to a head without screws,
marbles lose and rolling.
Heaven forgive me for my uncontrollable appetites,
pride and complacency are the same imposters.
Truth bears no surviving witnesses,
it will hammer you into powdered nothing.
There are no stable graves for my kind.
I know morning before it breaks.
When aluminum cans and empty bottles are still around.
There is a still bitterness that black tragedy loves to call her own, just before traffic,
so have mercy on my worldly thoughts,
too much of my own brokenness to deal with.
As for death,
who knows where the line will be drawn.
Come what may,
there are no stable graves for my kind.
Life,
I don't take in the contagious pain of others well,
look at all this spilt time troubles have cost me.
Pride and complacency are the same imposters.
As for death,
who knows where the line will be drawn.
There is a still bitterness that black tragedy loves to call her own, just before traffic.
Have mercy on my worldly thoughts
There are no stable graves for my kind!
