Funny How Things Work Out
Weighted up to our necks, we try not to drop to our knees
A word from you, just one word from you,
oh it is enough, and my fears, one by one,
just to hear them fall from your lips, it would be enough.
The air around me feels so much better when you speak,
as I drop to my knees, for these weights around our necks,
is just too much for me to fight, so I fall from my feet.
While you still stand. Like a statue, like a being made of bronze,
chiseled from marble and erected in the cities, marveled at
I am no such statue or monument, I stand not for any of that,
I'm no spectacle, you are the ire of as many beings as you are adored.
You garner as much hate as you do passion, and inspire the masses in obtuse fashions.
I watch out from a body of stitched souls, and oh, I question you,
I question myself. The hell of a husk from which I peek,
I'd like to shed this fleshy mess, a blanket of stitched souls,
but there is nothing beneath it to cover me, and you'd skin me alive for nothing.