Can`t explain this just felt like getting it out of my system.
i just can`t seem to wake up
and stumble from my slumbers
my only catatonic strain. of mind
a second coming of sorts
a full on state of severance
like old catatonia,come to breath
new life and find forgiveness
in my broken ,unkind ugliness and undressed
thoughts .. scattered...if not nearly lost.
I threw a punch and said follow this Bob
if you were a younger man you`d say i did a good job
And as i cut and i stab,all that anyone can do
is jump and hope that a rope of silver strings
is there to feel ,to save if not to grab on to...
(interlude)
Now this may seem more than confusing
when arms and legs are blue with the bruising.
You can`t stop the women from running and loosing
their pursuers and all that cut their losses ,who`s choosing.
Ride on,ride out
ride on, ride out
Don`t forget to tip the guy
at the roundabout.
I threw a punch and said follow this Bob
if you were a younger man you`d say i did a good job
And as i cut and i stab,all that anyone can do
is jump and hope that a rope of silver strings
is there to feel ,to save if not to grab on to...
And as i rise and fall
can`t take my eyes off it all
solve my problems another day
take my life,my breath away.