Small minded bigots with slack jawed reflections
howl haphazardly at the front of the class
slurring and spewing thoughts cultivated
by the bowels of ignorance their heads in the sand
and yet gallantly grasping at things far beyond them
will mix their agenda in with **** and mud

May my pride die in ignorance of all sad facts and lies
may disbelief be conquered in the sight of both my eyes
may secrets give way to wonder in turn becoming truth
may I still dream in winter with the passion of my youth
may I master all my thoughts before they've mastered me
to feel things as they're passing, then in truth I"d finally see

If by way of water I could see you where you sit
I'd take hold of the oars and commandeer a ship
if upon the open air I could hear the tears you cry
I'd leave the earth behind just to seek you in the sky
if beneath the mantle, your love had gone and died
I'd dare to delve the center and open you up wide

The thin man grasps at straws to fill up his own holes
while the old man sleeps to dream, of days he used to know
the straw man wants himself back, from one who's known the void
the small man wants only credit for the things that he's destroyed

You called me to the summit, but I came with arms folded
unwilling to be bent, for in turn I would be molded
into things I'd not repent, so lest I be scolded
I came, and then went

She disregards regard for all those simple things he sees
he redundantly drones on about the things they'll never be
she stares out at the world wondering where it's been so long
he looks inside himself to see where everything went wrong
she wished he would get better for the better part of years
he who only stood there sinking, in a sea of all his fears
she gave all she was willing still nothing made him whole
he left too little took too much, her body mind and soul

I feel myself slip and it's agonizing like cancer
I've lost you in slow motion
held too tight a grip and you're put off by the notion
that we share in the fault or reap all the seeds and start clean
for the days where we flourished go unwanted or unseen
still I feel the words you think in the softness of your breath
they catch in my throat at night when you sleep I dont find rest
but play my guitar for a girl who likes all the sounds
though time unkind sees us both displaced yet still around
I serenade only laments 'cause I'm weak in my stance
and I've spent all but a bit of myself just for a chance
to see your flaws as openly as you would have me see my own
enough bloods been let, yet the daggers in your eyes cut to the bone