It's skulls bellow the surface
It's hides within the deep...

I cannot read music very well,
I have a very limited skill...

You swore on your honor in front of the flag
That oath before God there is no taking it back...

The clock hands move so slowly,
Every second feels like and hour...

How are you feeling my friend?
For I see that you are bleeding...

Little wheels that gently turn
It's what they were made to do...

You can not hold it down
You do not have the strength...

Not a knight in shinny armour,
Just a piece upon a board...

The righteous and pious
Will preach word and deed...

Have you ever felt like you should fly?
Desire to soar and wondered why...

I wish I was a better artist.
I wish I could make all those colours flow...

Everything measured and calculated
Thoughts and plans click together...