There’s a place in my head and it dreads to be fed, lies.
It’s void of compassion, hatrid, disgust; simply a void.
Where thought cannot exist
without a will to think for one’s self.
There is a place in my head,
and I’d be better off dead,
than with it’s interminable tread
Grinding around my homestead.

I can’t understand why

I keep chasin’ your tail

but if I keep running

will I catch up soon?

if I say that it’s “love”

will it heal the wound?

I don’t know why

you need a friend,

In me.

When you just pick me up like a pen,

With intent to make amends…

…Though, It’s all for naught

you just call upon me when you’re

back in town, back

when its my time to come off the rack.

‘Cause when you’re gone

my dreams leave with you.

just blank nights waking up without you.

you say you wish more were like me.

Yet you look in every direction but mine

I’m ready to surrender myself to your glow

just say the word then say no more

because ill surrender, ill surrender to you.