I can't come down
It's gone too far
Oh, I can't come down
It makes no sense
Just wasted words
Oh, I can't come down
I've tried to come to terms with it all
Has it really gone this far
Love suspended frozen in a jar
I never did belong
They're staring back at me from inside the cage
I'm staring back at me
The ape's coming of age
I can't come down
It's gone too far
Oh, I can't come down
It makes no sense
Just wasted words
Oh, I can't come down
Why offer stimulation to a lost cause
You drive the nails in, I can't take anymore
I'm the last one survivor I took you all
I'm the rare breed the cast off
Come on break the mold
I can't come down
It's gone too far
Oh, I can't come down
It makes no sense
Just wasted words
Oh, I can't come down
It's not one thing. It's nearly everything. Externally at least. Tainted, infected, untethered, immune to repair.
I know I'm not the only sane man, but until something changes the dynamics, it's pointless to continue shouting into the abyss. Adding to the noise.
Goodbye for now...
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Maybe This Is The End Of The Line
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2 comments:
Your voice is too important to stop shouting now!
Zach is right--if there IS any hope at all, it's up to people like us--
Zach, you, Greg Jaczko, U.S.Rep Markey and the thousands of others
like us who are struggling for sensible, humane change everywhere.
Despair not only feels bad, it IS
bad-for you, yours, and the world.
Let's not give up, however understandably tempting that might be. Best Wishes!
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