Unwritten

Get back, entry is forbidden
How soon we can forget
Control, the story’s best unwritten
Or censored senseless
These ghosts sneak up unbidden
To claw at my chest
These days when I’ve been thrice bitten
Once shy, now speechless

You ask me questions but I am not quite sure what to say
This couch is getting cozy, I’d rather sleep all day
Another hour, another pill shoved beneath my tongue
Running through this hallway naked and alone

Stay back! These signals that I’m getting, white noise and screams
Control, a language that can’t be written translated by emergency
Demons, can you hear them whispering, voices drowning in the sea
These days, the straight jacket’s not fitting, the cleanest padded room doesn’t comfort me

You ask me questions but I’m not sure what to say
This couch is getting warmer, I’d rather sleep all day
Another hour, another theory shoved down my throat
Running through this hallway naked and alone

The house is empty but may be haunted
Isn’t that what you always wanted?
Teflon mind, there is no sticking
Feel the flames that are always licking
Trite masterpiece is nothing but banal
Nothing but white noise on every channel
The master solution is illogical science
A climax of silence misread as shyness
Progress seems to take so long

We bear the burdens of the body that breaks the back of the beast basking in the shade
The burdens we’re bearing will bury us all
Running through this hallway, I’d rather sleep all day