Do you feel what I feel,
A red hot spike of rage cutting through the middle
Rocking the decaying boat of an age-old sanity
Blurring the edges of your conflicted reality.
Do you feel what I feel,
The blue electricity of angst through your head
Wreaking havoc on the balance hard fought
In the deepest crevices, all ambitions that are now lost.
Do you feel what I feel,
The blanket of warm sadness taking over
Your soul, as it seeks out a comforted ease
In the familiar drag of a mind diseased.
Do you feel what I feel,
The unstoppable gravity of a hate that you bred
Like an iron hook through your tender flesh
To hold you close or to cut you in a single lash.
Do you feel what I feel, (O say that you do)
The sufferings of a lonesome traveler of the blues
For in this blackened desert remains a timid ray of hope
A Samaritan comes my way and helps me elope.
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 3:38 AM UTC
Do you feel what I feel,
A red hot spike of rage cutting through the middle
Rocking the decaying boat of an age-old sanity
Blurring the edges of your conflicted reality.
Do you feel what I feel,
The blue electricity of angst through your head
Wreaking havoc on the balance hard fought
In the deepest crevices, all ambitions that are now lost.
Do you feel what I feel,
The blanket of warm sadness taking over
Your soul, as it seeks out a comforted ease
In the familiar drag of a mind diseased.
Do you feel what I feel,
The unstoppable gravity of a hate that you bred
Like an iron hook through your tender flesh
To hold you close or to cut you in a single lash.
Do you feel what I feel, (O say that you do)
The sufferings of a lonesome traveler of the blues
For in this blackened desert remains a timid ray of hope
A Samaritan comes my way and helps me elope.
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