I keep banging my head against the wall
Like I’m some crazed monstrosity
That’s been trapped and put in a cage
On display
And in the way
I can’t escape
From this pain
Am I’m truly to blame?
All this madness and sadness
Has taking its toll
I feel like I died
Back when I was a boy
I just keeping drowning
In this sheltered shell of a form
As I watch myself grow more pathetic
Worn, torn, bitter, twisted and old
It’s like its not even me anymore
Everyday I see a new stranger starring back
From a mirror that’s been cracked
And tossed on the floor
Casting a distorted image of a festing, hideous, terrible disease
Of the tortured creature that has now become me
I want to feel someone
Something
Real
Anything
That will us
To feel, if for a brief moment
That we are actually alive
Realizing that we are truly free
Walking and talking
On this little ball of earth
That is really no more
then a big mound of dirt
Or maybe it’s
Not even my place
To try and explain
What no one seems to feel matters much
Anyways
They just live out their days
Like they're playing a bad role
In some inept play
On a stage
That is molded, neglected and wasting away
From haste and decay
That has now become our days
Will it just end this way?
Blending and mending around the corners
Of a man made plastic-coated reality
While everyone is living
In some kind of weird dream
Can anyone even hear what I’m trying to say?
Or have I finally gone totally insane?
