there's no regulation and i'm liberated and i'm not afraid in this police state you have a voice and i'm listening no domination, you're liberated don
stealing sleep from winter days thinking of ways i have failed the sun goes down when i awake these walls they keep me from my health floor interprets
time to wake up to sunshine now you don't pretend, don't pretend to sleep at all precious little sleep i get the day is moving past me by a week or two
i punch the air so hard right through it's rusted out and it broke in two cover up the damage lingers on and i smile to pass it on so hard to breathe
jaw wired shut like trap your senses cold and numb you're as lifeless as a leaf in fall put you in the stretcher watch you crawl across the street each
it feels good that the streets are wet small relief from the summer heat small dreams, and memories of sweet tea we seen so much further lost than east
thinking through regret i'm making plans i double-check it's hard to know is that voice so close not yet now pack away all those images try to forget
it's not subtle manipulation i'm back home again and i can settle down back east new jersey and it's fucked up doesn't make me laugh now stare down skyline
if you fall on your sword you might be a saint or you might be a martyr you stand up straight learn to think but you follow blindly the days are plain
he never walked around in the dark convinced just think of all that's happened around here it's logical the odds against it but recall and fear the only
stop in between the lies this is one you never will complete don't you want that old trusty forty-five to fire you've been turned outside so ironic
do you feel burned by those words now well what did you expect? the progress of this world your logic circumspect yet what you read goes up in flames
don't we have to look back now to someone else live up to wish that scar would heal somehow covered over a thousand times moved on from those left behind
drive down that dead end street it's where we used to live no revelation there railroad tracks at the cul de sac the shopping carts and the furniture
i laughed with him no tears in his eyes always wore a grin was a nice disguise he looked like any other and these hands won't ever cover can't see inside
eyes collide with my feet couldn't keep my head up or my vision with the street i fall down in a heap i'm afraid i can't keep fooling anyone but me
hanging on to the next overpass on this endless road i'm still hanging on to you i got my head caught up in the crowd emotions run on empty fuel i've
as i see these changes in my friends question those decisions my margins closing quickly reevaluate positions sinking deeper every day nervous traits
