Smashed and Quiet Windows

Created: 10/16/2008 03:55:56 AM

We have all this stuff born of our needs
Sent to our doors and we still can't seem to be happy

I've found all the love that a love could hope for
I can't give her the life that I'd like just because
I am stranded...

Happy with clowns that are wed to the grave
Happy with tyrants who live off the slaves
in the ashes...

Born in the backseat conceived in the quiet
darkness where methamphetamines are cause for a riot
We are broken...

Outside where the windows won't open or close
The rain comes, it falls, into the doors
I've tried it before but the pieces are smashed
And they fall in our heads while I'm sleeping at last
We are tired...

I'm tired of eating the animals night
after night I am drinking these chemicals dry
I'm under the sink I'm tired of the buy
Tired of the sale; This life is a lie

My eyes grow thick from their sockets with stalks
No reason to look back, this lobster won't talk
And I tread through the deep to look for my brothers
Now I'm homeless in stride, adrift with the others
and tired...