Not in the running. But this rain is nothing new to me anyway. I see my reflection. No where near who I should be. The spirit is willing but. The anchors of my flesh still hold me down.
Ends and means. Redemption. Of your past are painful reminders. . Take these wings. And make good on all the promises. Unkept in this life. The judgments weighed against you.
On shift from 9 to 5. And then from 6 to 3. Steals the soul; machine forever turning. . Class rebellion. Under our noses. The boss is feeding on living corpses.
Life is full. Of so many simple crutches. It helps me walk, it helps me sleep. It helps me suffer. (Cry out). Love was never there. (Cry out). And I just didn't see it.
I could lie here for a day. Tongue tied and out classed. Never missing their world. That used to be my life. . And I can't remember. What it was. That I always wanted.