Trick Of The Light

I feel

The cold erratic rain

Of urban paranoia

Minefield

Of post-traumatic

Brainless stress

That could destroy your mind

And weighing me down

Is lack of promiscuous sound

A witness around

The edge of a coil unwound

Do you ever really

Get the feeling that you are being

Watched by something

Played like a puppet?

Someone spoke

Where my voice was meant to sound

You don't dress well

You dress better than most

But a trick of the light

Could put an arrow through my throat

Right now

And send me down

I swear

I felt the voyeuristic-natured situation

Eyes stare

Perhaps it was an invitation

In the making of

Just give me a sec

To hide I'm a querulous mess

There's no telling when

The gun will go off in my head

Do you ever really

Get the feeling that you are being

Watched by something

Played like a puppet?

Someone spoke

Where my voice was meant to sound

You don't dress well

Maybe better than most

But a trick of the light

Could put an arrow through my throat

Right now

And send me down

Right now

And send me down

Do you ever really

Get the feeling that you are being

Watched by something

Played like a puppet?

Someone spoke

Where my voice was meant to sound

You don't dress well

Maybe better than most

But a trick of the light

Could put an arrow through my throat

Right now

And send me down

Right now

And send me down