lifes a locomotive, a crack house on wheels.

did you remember to feel today?
the sun came up, the day went by,
and your skins left out to dry.
i wish i was somewhere else,
just so i could wish i was here.
and lay my negatives and journal on the shelf.
to tell where i had been.


the vaccination of my nation.
a pill popping solution.
hidden personalties, hidden personalties.
a sheep following.

my ears didnt hear today.
my mouth wouldnt speak.
my senses went on strike today.
and my eyes wouldnt see.
my arms held protest signs,
against my legs regime.
until my knees buckled under the stress.

theres an arcade of thought.
and a suppression of need.
program your hard-drive oh Poseidon
your looking a bit sea sick.

tumble down, tumble down.
the nicks and the nacks are lost.
so tumble down,
tumble down... (blue, black, red)
( realize the colours your made of)
there is a tick and a tock.
to the right and the left.
to the first and last of every second.
i wish i was there, to wish i was here.
i wish i was there.
( you lost your identity in your mirror)
(you shouldnt have looked so much for it)
a heartache for a idea.
an idealist you might say.
the sailors in the sunk ship, you might say.
but a heartache non the less.

black clouds on the horizon.
Grey seas to subdue.
waves and waves of bodies lay.
and a heading we dont know.
( the north star the north star)
life, might be a siege craft. ( wheres orion when you need him)
it might be a ship.
it might be a hurst.
a crack house on wheels.

waining. ( my shoes might be wooden)
( but i can walk on water)