change kid, your better off that way
whyd you close your mind
is it because your full of lead
or youve thought all thats been said
so when the tick is silent
your better off than dead
stay kid, your better off that way

water might run down your brain
clay might not ease up
pressure dances selectively
just to cause a rut
conclusions might not ever come
literature folds a claim
pursue the thicker numb

tomorrow may be looming
unless a choice is produced
kid your lost
kid your done
kid there is no win or lose

avenge whats done
and watch whats lost
kid youll still end up the same
so hold your breath
and look all day
this case isnt a game

pierce what doesnt matter
the illusion is distraught
vague no less
ashamed caress
boldness isnt lost
afraid no more
a chime thats sore
its a victory-less plot

pity swims
there are no fish
for they acquired feelings
a dying wish
left unfulfilled
kid, no wars worth killing

im sorry
im wrong
why dont you cry about it
guilty as charged
no need to lie about it

take me back
or let me know
which wound is worth healing
broken child
and a mild
revived sense of feeling