It seems as if my mind will explode into flames of madness And at times my tear glands are pregnant with joy, anger and fear Corrupt confusion Iam a sodden mind of dry solitudeness mixed with hope The future is too bright I cant see Success is in limbo When I think of what happened to Moses I drown in paranoia All these fights, all these years, lost beer binging nights and not see Canan? At this juncture I can't turn back That has never been an option, I won't be a mound of salt I am not Lot's wife I hope to take off these shoes of lead and fly away Soon Let me melt away into the sky And face reality I will make you proud