off the top

open that soil mouth, make it smile with a shovel

i could live in a worse house, i suppose as i mumble

my shoulders stay tight when i try to sit still

my feet have a mind of their own along with a will

a knife comes to mind as i try to keep up with my thoughts

and hand and a throat of no one in particular, someone is caught

and I wonder "has it always been like this? is this poison natural?"

poison is man made, this is venom in a capsule.

the one thats made of tissue, all its own design

made to beat uncontrollably with its very own fists and eyes

well i guess that' how everyone feels, but everyone's asleep

and I'm up wide awake, scribbling script on a glowing little sheet

the words underneath my keys underneath my fingers

are the tip of the iceberg with frozen bullets and touchy triggers

i wish i could show you the depths of my black heart

but it's deceitful and angry and truth it seems so far

honesty isnt what i need, i need ropes and chains

ill water board myself, my back on the street in torrential rain

or my face in my hands every time i took a shower in a hurry

i have to whisper scream so the guy next to me wouldn't worry

i hope they never heard me even though i know they did

i could tell but their dirty faces when we'd have to go on mission

but that neither here nor there nor anywhere that's real

i still believe 2010 was a dream i had about when pain was all id feel

i hope my words off the top of my head have made some kind of impression

its all i can do to not tremble and sink into depression

so i pen these words with keys on a screen

these is off the top, a chip off the block of every broken dream.

thank you