I used to think I knew you,
But I didn’t know myself all that well.
Forced myself into a shell.
Only coming out to cry.
And so, this is the real world
With pretty things and lies.
Yet I just nail my mind shut
And dream of things that I can never find.
Walking through a strobe lit room
With fresh blood in my eyes.
Play the part of an average man
In an obvious disguise.
We come to think so clearly.
With all this fighting nothing is ever solved.
Replacing wit with wisdom.
Curling up to die.
Readdress a burning question.
Wallow in our times.
When speaking is avoiding
Reading words from pages that are always blank.
Walking through a strobe lit room
With fresh blood in my eyes.
Play the part of an average man
In an obvious disguise.
Pull apart the cold wet curtains,
Dripping from bitter tears.
Hanging black and stagnant
From minute long years.
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This is another lyric I wrote in the early 90s that I discovered recently. I was delighted to find it again as I still have music for it somewhere and can even remember the tune!
