Yeah, look up, the sky is coming down, don’t frown
All this time you been acting like a clown
So now you’re gonna give up, live up to the expectations of your failure
Your jailer lives inside your little mind, unkind, you’re blind
It’s not like you’ve been using time, wisely
You’re wasted; it’s nothing like the fame you thought you tasted
Came up and fell so hard it felt as though it shattered
What mattered (is) are all but just the pieces that were scattered
That pride you cling to now is torn and tattered bashed and battered
You cry but everyone you stepped on is just laughing
And what you’re having is a breakdown worthy of a clinic in the country
So soothing to bounce off rubber walls, just like the old days
When mama locked you up and said you can’t play, just go to church and pray until the train comes and while you’re lying on the tracks thinking back into those times you should have fought instead of run, even staring down the gun, the powder burned your hand, now you’re on the run again
If someone listened when you said, you felt like you were dead
See the sweat pour down the face of this human’s race designed for rats instead of men chasing cheese inside a box, in a maze, electric shocks
Take a wrong turn, bleeding edge finds you, standing on a ledge outside a window of your soul, thousand feet in a hole and you’re back where you began reaching upward for a hand but the sand thrown in your face blows you back in disgrace… so the hand becomes a claw digging deep into your jaw tears your face right off your head, now you’re dead, just like I said.
…
Corrupted in the heart of the soul
Bleeding at the feet of a fool
Could you get a look at it all
Does it make you feel so small
I don’t have time to make this
What is it you want of me
Speak it loud and state this
What is it you’re sucking from me
I cannot seem to shake this
What is it you’re stealing from me
Stop shaking your head
What are you trying to get out
While you’re upstairs lying in bed
I’ve got to get out
(stream of consciousness) circa 2000