See your world through a microscope
notice the changes and dreams denied
pick the channels that soothe your soul
nothing ever changes but I’m sure you tried
C
Do you like the way you’re lived your life
Do you change your memory for fun
Show your hand but hide the truth
Smile right at ’em and play their game
drunk and disgusting
I sing out of key,
pounding the arm of my chair
like a percussion instrument
I pause to sip a beer,
I’m a spider
my ego the fly,
trapped in awareness
my ego drinks the web,
free and floating
I’m thrown to the floor,
a band comes on the stage…
ready to RAWK!!!
the guitarist strums a chord…
then another…
the drummer smashes a cymbal…
the bass player hits a note…
then another…
there is no vocalist…
they are tuning.
