High tides flood this tainted heart. As I walk tall my path cuts through the crowd. They stare at me, the mindless fools. They envy me, set free, nevermore to follow their rules.
Here they go again, being untrue to themselves. It's nothing new, it's all been done before. They are not a dying breed. More like growing seed. With roots choking honesty and truth.
I'm flying across the ocean and I'm soaring. Back home to the place I was born. And probably raised and I'm flying. Across the mountains and valleys. Back home to the one that I love so happily.
14 hours to go. And the waiting's almost done. When I get back home. You're going to be the only one. . Staring at the lights or staring at the sun. Everyday another fight or ill to overcome.
Born and raised under daddy's protective wings,. Sheltered from all the ugly things in life. . But didn't daddy tell you,. There are places where you don't belong,.
Faith in me that's wanting, I don't want to live this way. The ghosts that will chase me forever. And I remember, the things that were both good and bad.
I've tried to ask the question. Must be a million answers that just aren't there. You try to find yourself and I'll try to live my life. Well, I just don't care.
Cement shoes to start my downward motion. A one-way ticket to the bottom of the ocean. Big fish come to check out the commotion. Swallow me whole inside this big fish bowl.
Last night I was woken by my cry. Had a dream just as plain as you and I. Saw the mornin' sun on a woodland in the spring. Still hear the echo crashin' through the trees.
I'll be your loaded dice. You're holding all the cards. You set the tone whenever I'm with you. You make up all the rules. In this game of fools. . I see your signals change.
Taste of the life, devour your soul. Your boys are now numbers raising the toll. You think you're a victim, societies leech. Sinned all your existence, white powder you preach.
So good to be with. The people that know you. It's good to hear the things that they say. Oh at times when you are with them. . So good to note. My strength is growing from day to day.
You feel the need. To draw your lines in your box of sand. Condescend on me. Just who are you supposed to be. There's no one out there as fucked as you.
I've tried to ask the question. Must be a million answers that just aren't there. You try to find yourself and I'll try to live my life. Well, I just don't care.
Two, three, four. . I left you on the debris. At the Sunday morning market. You were sorting through the odds and ends. You was looking for a bargain.
He's building a mountain for you. You're so filled with your self,. Never wrong always right. . Always the winner in your own little world,. Fantastic, Always on top.
Now a country boy named Shorty. And a city boy named Dan. Had to prove who could run the fastest. To wed Miss Lucy's hand. . Now Dan had all the money.
A shattered soul born,. From a loss of faith,. Your empty mind filled,. With the wrath of god. . Now your broken heart,. Will never heal your scars,. But you'll be saved,.
Oh Cindy ain't you noticed. That several of your friends have moved on. And the street outside is just a little too quiet. And your local paper's run out of news.
Here I stand alone. Abused by myself. Scenes of suicide. Like a solid wall of fear. Negativity overcomes. Positivity in me. Self pity, laughing. Screaming in my ears.