Caught! Locked within the confines of my mind
Hold On! Cutting a hole in the sky
Counting the clouds on my way to the Moon
I'm riding the slipstream and brought to this room
Too late - much too late
A desk now stands before me and the place mat has been set
There's no escaping judgment and it hasn't started yet!
The pen is in my fingers and the words flood in my head
"So this is what it's like...when you're dead!"
Caught! Locked within the writing on the page
Carry On! Struggle through self pity and the rage
Phrase upon phrase that tumbles and fall
Eating my sorrow to leave nothing at all
But its' too late, it's all too late
Somehow in the strangeness and the folly of the task
I leave the rotting carca** of my madness in the past
The paper takes my weakness and crosses out the fear
and I know that I'm forgiven by the presence ever near
The tide is turning and we cling to the shore
Starfish on the ocean floor
In my life...was there nothing more?
The tower burning, setting light to the trees
Oh, what strange ideas are these?
In my life...was there nothing more?
Down Down Down
Low Low Low
Down Down Down
Low Low Low
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