Emotions like ghosts
Chained to my bed
In the middle of the night
They dance in my head
Their skinny and faceless
Their timing is bad
Most come alive
After there dead.
Wake in the morning
The first thing I see
Sex in religion
There is war on TV
Think you found god
Now you’re down on your knees
You’re hope is a prison
It is hard to break free
When time has run out
And there is no one else
Don’t scream, don’t shout
Don’t beg, don’t pout
Hang onto Yourself
Your tools and puppets
Players and pawns
Ignorant to the mechanics
Yet you still play along
Tell all your st...