Swollen emotion that bloats the soul Flickering eyes, but they do take hold From time to time I feel sublime But the key has grown warped and it does not fit right.
Grasping hands that wanted more Yes, sometimes charm the cryptic door From day to day I swing and play But it's become so complicated and I swear this is unethical.
People do not see the man Lying in a hospital bed On the edge of life Just barely fight In all the right ways, make the change
People think I'm angry, dumb They would not understand that I've Been bullied by the law since I was young.