
Date of issue: 09.09.2013
Song language: English
Dayton |
You know I worked a very fast life |
Struggling for something much greater than I |
Turning my thoughts, picking up lots |
While scrubbing with solvents and breathing them in |
My body’s work, it did not meet with my mind’s |
It did not meet with my passions but it sure took my time |
And I hoped for the best, I could see better coming |
Like a turn on the map of the road I was riding |
The way things go, you never know what comes behind you |
There’s something going down I can’t explain |
And If it’s real, why can’t I shake it? |
Must I wait for dawn to ditch me on the fireside of sane? |
When I broke out from Dayton, I did not know what to do next |
So sick from being a rat tail hanging off the wrong man’s neck |
And you know retaliation, shooting from a bow that’s badly bent |
Made for marks I did not tell you of, for they were never really meant |
I been thinking again about the men in the mailroom |
How they gone postal from somebody else’s meaning |
About the weight of the words, how they swiftly traverse |
From the mind through the pen to the lover then the doctor now the copper |
Where’s the friend? |
Name | Year |
---|---|
Gone Alone | 2013 |
Rage of Plastics | 2013 |
Smoke & Steam | 2013 |
Lonesome in This Grave | 2013 |
Oh Sienna | 2013 |
Undertaker | 2013 |
Past the Sun | 2013 |