It's not just me in here Oh how I wish you could hear the coconspirator Or see in a single tear how loud the fear of fear truly can be And how I'm so rarely allowed to steer
I AM a dark passenger, MY dark passenger A near prison like constricting atmosphere with no breathing apparatus gear Life can be so impossibly cavalier Death is always closer than it should ever appear, regardless of the mirror
In my story I have the glory of a lone fourth musketeer With a crowded asylum between each ear So many questions but not a single agreed upon answer will appear And I've yet to meet this so called infallible puppeteer
Though the hierarchy is clear, it passes through an auctioneer "Punish me if thy finds I should ever veer from thy holy 'engineer'" Hell, they can stay put like a headlight frozen deer I'd rather be allowed to disappear