a story of a corrupt justice system and its discontent |
A metaphor escapes my mind For it’s impossible to find The words to tell you how and why I feel so empty by and by And of all the things that I find true I cannot find the truth in you I fell on the ground with my face in the dust Broken and drained from all that I trust A single stroke to paint the pain away I clutch the pen and grasp for words to say Sweet peace, sweet precious sanity I found a place in your calamity Now wash away this filth and make me clean While I tell you of all the things I've seen A blessed son and his golden crown A beautiful girl in nigh but a gown I've seen monsters and kings And many wretched things But nothing makes my blood burn More than the things that I've had to learn One day strolling up he came from the shadows It was the man who ran the gallows He said to me what we all fear I guess to him my future seemed clear To be hung at noon on the second morrow A final end to all my sorrow Only my clarity then gave me hope Along with the thoughts of my sacred dope It’s easy to see in the ground I don’t rot Because to this day I still dance with the pot Through darkness came the next words that he said, When I heard the door shut, he would soon be in bed I then broke from my cell and began my assault But soon I had realized it wasn’t his fault So I took the keys, and I ran free But they went outside to search for me And as I watch from all around I dare not make a single sound From this, my haven, I can see All the things we were meant to be A single tear of days now lost Shed for those things now laden with frost A man is a pig and his laws are unjust But never will he smother my lust Soon again I was found for my seditious ways But this time they put me in a synthetic daze Their so-called cures destroy mens perception By breaking down our means of contemplation Lobotomized and feeling great Their patients can no longer hate A country of the highest med heads Their candy will rip your psyche to shreds With my mind fast asleep and mouth wide awake I was given more remedies for me to take Beaten and grilled, they made me a show But even today my crime I don’t know I did nothing wrong but they still did me in As was the custom of Soviet Berlin A prisoner, a convict, I'm none of these things I'm just a manifestation of all our nothings Slowly as that world of dreams became real All the haze went away and soon I could feel I picked up my head from where it sat on the floor With it now on my shoulders I made for the door With their God on my side, he sent them to hell The next step now is for us to rebel I've come here today to tell you my story Of how we will rob them of all their glory I am sinless and I am perfection So please indulge in my recollection For I found the answers here and there, My words can take you anywhere, Open your heart and I will be kind, My once empty space I no longer can find I mixed you up and filled in the hole But the time has come for me to roll Please leave with me dear, there will be no traces And walk with me here, while I take you many places… |