Pain

Pain

I’m aching in a deep, deep place

Pain, I feel it sealed away, can’t name it Change

I need a bit of time alone

To reframe what is real and feel this Pain

In the big white house in the clouds Looking down on the poor and the down And the shame

Oh God, I feel ashamed

Brains

The soft machine

That works for me?

Faith; if it’s real I’ll be okay

Fame - my family can see me now

It’s their name, but it’s my deal in this cursèd game

At the big white house on the lawn

When the mallet swings, and the posting builds up these walls

I’m not willing to say That everything’s bad But I’m sad

Round up

All the people who’ve defeated me

Round Up for all the weeds and bees that sting me Round Up: just some poison to help us win the day No, rise above!

And see that we are all just the same

Whether on city streets by the Sound

In a strip mall’s wings or Appalachian digs in the mountains It doesn't matter who, we’re all gonna be underground

I’m not willing to say That everything's bad But I’m sad