The pictures are sad lonely or dead
That's really all I have in my head
The music is noise people grim
Pretty damn dim servants of Him
The teeth of a chatterbox thought
A sentinel tired with a musket drawn
Powerless to change the course of time
Abstraction to its reality fawn
I don't have a place where I fit
I no longer know how to calmly sit
A harried mind worried all the time
I see empty even near the brim
I imagine my hut on a hill
The light is the hope that's left
The day's dreary the night's dark
All my reveries are this stark
My mind isn't what I think it is
A mute mutated misfit
I want to leave this world in peace
Away from all the people in it
