When your soul is on strike and your hand's a gone limp
When your voice seems to stutter and guilt is your pimp
And the fast train is moving and you're lagging behind
With feet made for falling and legs that won't mind
The backwards thoughts of your brain and the ghosts in your head
The catatonic smoker that won't get out of bed
You stare into space as the world falls away
With eyes that see everything, but clear light of day
You breathe and you blow with a huff and a sigh
You toss to and fro, wishing to die
The easy way out is obvious to see
The hard way is difficult, but better to be
You might think it dangerous - a foolhardy quest
But being true to yourself is always what's best
And you'll never know what's on the other side of the fence
If you lie there in state and give up and quit
Of course it's your choice even if it's the wrong one
Who am I to say anything? My dishes aren't done
The funeral was nice, but there's blood in my ears
I can't stop the ringing of your doubts and your fears
But you can't let them own you, that isn't their place
You deserve so much more from this blasphemous race
You have to be strong and stand up again and
Fight all your battles, even if you don't win
What makes a man isn't what happens to him
But what he says to their faces when they're laughing at him
Even if your message doesn't get through
Doesn't mean your opinion is any less true
Now don't you ever lie to me, you beautiful man
Even if no one's behind you, I believe that you can
Say what you want to say, scream it at them and
Bleed out your heart through the ink from your pen
Bleed out your heart
December 28, 2006
