Just another day in the life...
of a common man without one...
The sun rays rise, complacent, trite,
laughing in the face of the proud son...
No matter what the outcome, there's an after to the "now what?"
... Another chapter ... Another cloud cover.
Whether its full spectrum or colored blacker than shrouds smother
the weather can't control when a person has doubts shuttered.
Heck no, just cut em off, burn the bridge and clear the pasture.
Left home with a cleft soul, but returned with his spirit tattered.
Seven years of bad luck adds up, cursing as that mirror shattered.
Fuck em all, it can't suck half as much as this clear disaster
of a "family"... A dad drunk with the power he doesn't have
and a tragically mad mother who cowers on the other hand.
But he's got the town, thought about bein prodigal once
with the need to get out of the ruts dug on solid grounds, he followed his gut.
What kicked that diabolical crutch quick from under him
was stickin' by his promise with such grit and wonderment
that nothing could keep him from runnin' its course.
He was done with these people, shunned by remorse.
Never one to resort to violence, he ignored the tyrants,
mortified by this sort of immortalized misguidance.
There's more to this guy's mind than what's stored behind scorned eyelids
but what's important, is why, its in the form of divine silence.
If the story's boring, but told with brushstrokes of glory
you must know its for me, gotta trust those four leafs.
Fuck no, pour me another drink, my luck broke...
A drunk flow about some old portrait of trees...
Just another day in the life...
of a common man without one...
The sun rays rise, complacent, trite,
laughing in the face of the proud son...