Somehow the top of the world quickly turned into bottom, and I’m dragging a load that I wish I’d forgotten.
Now it’s pulling me down.
Into the Antarctic ground.
But what the north hath giveth, the south hath taketh away. Had the world in my hands, but I misshaped the clay.
And in this house of doom.
I’m in the waiting room.
And if the pyramids were built with limited tools…
Just think of the destruction.
And all that will succumb.
To the sound of the commotion.
When my words are said and done.
I filled the hole in my heart when I spit the pit from my stomach. The excess weight of my soul, I used to fatten my wallet.
All is black from the mold.
What was once backed by gold.
Tell me who needs sleep when you don’t ever sleep, and who needs to crash when you’re crashed out for weeks?
There was a time when I’d kneel.
But no one’s taken the wheel.
And if the universe was created in just six days…
Then imagine all the peril.
For the wicked get no rest.
There will be no church on Sunday.
When my worst is at its best.
I’ve piled Narnia bones but first I sucked out the marrow, and been jonesing for love since I was shot with that arrow.
I know it’s all make believe.
Although, I’m no more relieved.
You know I was just having fun hurting the ones that I love, and I try not to think about the man that I was.
Because he cannot be found.
No, I ain’t seen him around.
And if there’s life out there in any form…
Can you do me one kind favor?
Will you grant a simple wish?
Remember only times of better.
Or please, forget I did exist.