Advice for mice for the merry go round of life
Fields for the fiends burning with desire
Attempt to tear away the streets easy pleasures
Escape the need for a mind of easy pressure
I am no known man for I stay in between the light
Today is yesterday as tomorrow exists for the night
Up in the starry landscape of scarred winged' angels
To hold in tears is to force the soul then to cry
Show me pain show me anger show me your lowest low
I feel every pin ***** of poison all tied neat flowing bows
You say you need me to whisper soft comforts at midnight
That I need to lay you down to lie that this life will be alright
But know that these worries for me are quite the same
That life at last with gleaming chess pieces is just a game
We make it so through the blistering hot and frigid cold
Politics pawn off men and women for only survival
Mortar stones chip as one thousand of our minutes lift
Only to be dropped dead from the windy clouds ahead
Moon churns the childish ocean again and again
Grandma's ladel breaks splinter sparks glow in the dark
Autumn laughs as the bodies of mine and hers
Were separated to accept an encroaching certain shackling past