I've gone and given it all away,
stripped of all but pride.
Cast down in the shadows,
I am nothing but hollow inside.

Turn all the swords into plowshares,
grind that axe for a long time.
Issues are just problems with time constraints,
so take a number and get in line.

So as I walk in through traffic,
head-first into plate glass.
Am I going the wrong direction,
or did I just turn too fast?

Sand fills me like an hourglass,
it's slowly drowning my soul.
Like a blueprint to my escape plan,
the cops have given me a go.

If I had fallen any farther,
probably would have never gotten up.
If I stand too long or lay back down,
never would have drank out of this cup.

As I catch the city on fire,
fire-hoses filled with gas.
As I turn on all the pumps on high,
then we can run away real fast.

07/31/2008