Lyrics Figure - Ratboys

Figure

Lost sounds that flew by in space
Could not have been misdirected
Felt like a slap in the face
Is it the point of a story
To draw a picture in flame?
I grew a heart in molting
Pleasure got beat down by shame
Every last person on this big ole fat earth
Was given a chance to make their own worth
But those were just words, I wrote em
Movements and shadows out my mouth
Daunted and bored and faulty
High hopes are bleeding me out
Every crying baby, shut up
Crowds in exodus all stuck in the mud
Sickening prayers and poems
Open doors slammed in a rage
Take a good look at the mirror
Only a figure in frame