Travail - And So I Was Thinking... lyrics

What does all of this mean Because I cannot feel a thing Just when I think it's okay You throw a wrench in my machine Its as if I have a lamp And all the bulbs are burnt out I try to find a few more But you got 'em all behind locked doors There's a dead cat in a box On the ground beside me Is it a metaphor of my flesh In this house of ill repute Or is it just a dead cat in a box On the ground beside me With not meaning at all In a world that has no meaning Durer and Schagall don't give no alter call So why you setting me up? So I can take the fall like the A-team? And B.A. Baracuss Who likes to cause a ruckuss Just like me and my boys in Travail You know we're on the war path We'll drown you in a blood bath And you know we'll grip you fast Some of you will hate me because of this poem Even though my struggles you don't know 'em You judgementalism telling me who I am I'm sorry my friend, I'm only a man I could be fake and force you through the door I could be face and be a corperate who*e Or I could be real and make you think twice about What it means to follow Jesus Christ I'm still trying to figure you out Sometimes you don't carry a lot of cout But then you show me your true self And I see how pitiful I am