Skull Chatter

Overworked and undersold 

Are the lies that you've been told 

Read and weep at headlines 

Each year so cold

Rage and fear begin to bloom 

From your heart an empty tomb 

Trading in the fruits of your labor 

For a garden of doom 

Giving yourself to insanity to console those betrayed

Yet sitting in your mind you can't erase what they say 

Was it here? What's that there? 

Decaying in the gloom 

A permanent scar

In an ocean of tar 

In the garden of doom 

And when your skull breaks, you can't erase

The thing that holds you back from fate 

You can't control validation with 

Trepidation of mistakes 

Any more than the clock decides who is late 

Pick your head up off the floor 

And screw it on 

Illusions of worry and tales of death are gone 

Realize that once you're in 

You're on your way out 

And contributions of the soul 

That's what it's all about

And when your skull breaks, you can't erase

The thing that holds you back from fate 

You can't control validation with 

Trepidation of mistakes 

Any more than the clock decides who is late