Boxes

BOXES

(Chorus)

Packing many Boxes, is it Full of Pain

Move it all Away... Working for the Gain

Situation same as Rainbows in the Rain

Picking myself up like movements of a Crane

(Verse1)

This is not Boxe in Ring for the title & belt

This is Big Box of things that I might of have kept

Move from the left to the right, from the north to the south

From a loft to coach or from a House to a Car

Unfold the box and form

To see who you are

Gonna go far, beyond the walls, above the bars

Move your stuff with a truck or take a plane to Mars

Ruff I carry a Box in the shape of Guitar

Yo is that a Purse in the shape of a star?

Are you hiding the curse, the shit and the scars?

Discarded dust from a saw, left a print like a paw

Broken motion to the law, attracts a hint of the raw

Awe, My real home is a box Made of skin

Yeah, The One that holds whats molded within

So... My Life’s cycle is circles and rings

Cutting Corners of squares and rectangular bins

(Verse 2)

An open and Shut Case, handled that in the Briefing

Hoping to pick up the Pace before the end of the evening

I back and I’m leaving, a Spectacular Feeling

Packed to the top of the Ceiling, what are these boxes Concealing?

Moving Cubical Items and Little Bars that divide them

No more Screaming, just Silence

Its a Particular Science

I was crashing like Riots with the Police and The Fires

Fucking Passion and Crying and the Compassion of Trying

Then I Crash and I’m Tired like sadness Admired

So much to buy on the flyers of my mailbox of liars!

Corridors, Pushing caisses like the Bass of the Pliers

Basic Suppliers, no deny, Boxing Basic Supplies

Unwrap the package for a taste of the Ride

Might Be Great if you Wait, Face the Inside

Maybe Stay on the Side or take Your Place in the Center

When you’re unpacking your Life Create another Adventure