I don’t,
Wanna be here right now,
I am,
Suffocating some how,
The walls,
Moving closer to me,
There are,
No solutions that I see.

Worn down,
Broke by the daily grind,
I’m sure,
I’m not one of a kind,
Tired
Of going nowhere fast,
I’m frustrated,
By always coming last.

I wish,
I could leave and go home,
No way,
I’m picking up the phone,
Done in,
By you thinking I’m ill,
The truth,
I only say what’s real.

Worn down,
Broke by the daily grind,
I’m sure,
I’m not one of a kind,
Tired,
Of going nowhere fast,
Fed up,
Of always coming last.

You think,
I can’t show you my heart,
It hurts,
You act like you’re so smart,
Scared,
By what you’ll think I’ll do,
Never,
Will I be just like you,
I don’t ever,
Want to be like you,
Never ever,
Want to be like you.
Even you,
Don’t want to be like you.

Tyrants sleep in glass houses,
And they don’t wash their windows,
They couldn’t lead a horse to water,
But they could sell an Eskimo snow,
Bigoted hearts,
With closed minds,
Have flushed our world down the toilet,
And taken us back in time,
When we hadn’t got very far,
We hadn’t got very far,
In the first place.

We’re gonna stop the boats,
We’re gonna build a wall,
A demagoguery of lies,
That are sold to fools,
The fearful fanatical fantasists,
That believe they are more than they are,
They sit atop a house of cards,
That one day will fall.

Misogyny and racism are our daily bread,
Living in denial about words already said,
By disenfranchised lunatics, charlatans and thieves,
They can only speak in soundbites,
Talking shit they don’t believe.

Lord take me to the higher ground,
Oh yes the moral high ground,
High enough for me to see the truth,,
Let me stand above you,,
Stand on your shoulders,
Now watch my ego fly through the roof.

We’re gonna stop the boats,
We’re gonna build a wall,
A demagoguery of lies,
That are sold to fools,
The fearful fanatical fantasists,
That believe they are more than they are,
They sit atop a house of cards,
That one day will fall.

If you don’t agree,
Fake news,
If you wish you hadn’t said it,
Fake news,
If you know that it’s true,
Fake news,
If they say the sky is blue,
Fake news.

Moths

The city lights draw the moths into flight,
As the dance of the damned begins,
No one stops to think as they pour each drink,
As a penance for each of their sins,
They’re drowning in sorrows and losing tomorrows,
In a bid to numb their own pain,
Running away is a game people play,
When the level of their spirits wane.

Before you burn,
Before you burn,
Take your turn,
Before you burn.

A buttercup doesn’t need building up,
She only needs something to drink,
She says what the heck and throws it down her neck,
In the time it takes you to blink,
A withered old rose in tattered old clothes,
Is looking for company tonight,
Flying without care and singeing her hair,
Like a moth flying towards a light.

Before you burn,
Before you burn,
Take your turn,
Before you burn.

She lays down to sleep and can’t help but weep,
In a flat emptier than her own soul,
She starts to snore on her bedroom floor,
As the drink starts to take its toll,
She grabs at her throat as she starts to choke,
On vomit which comes up on its own,
The thought in her head says she’s already dead,
And she wishes she wasn’t alone.