[take these soft hands]
daylight-creeping ugly as i drive without my head
i dont know what i could be thinking
i guess i must not have been
tomorrow's always peaking pretty around another midnight
binge...
sitting here in damn-near-coma space
with my artificial wind blowing my superficial face
im hungry for an animal;
a wild beast beyond control
plays with me
wont let me go
but intoxicated i guess works best
beyond the four-walls of this
my head
with purer thoughts & uncut sin
can once again
take command, offering veiled redemtion
valid in the eyes of they who know the why...
there is that thing that i feel i must follow
the guiding lines & pills i swallow
my faith is faith that here's always tomorrow
another goddamn glorious day.