[Geno]

Uncomfortably Calm.

Airborn -he floats, clairvoyant zone
To many voices, noises, pour through his dome
Its like written music notes in the form of books
Swarms of hooks, lyrics, spirits in the storm afoot
Horns, accordians, a performance only war could match
He found a void, adapt, becoming poised with that
And had a big problem in school, but wrote a column of news
His psychological mood was under doctors review
But the kid was just a product of growth, odder than most
While other peers blossomed he was watched as a joke
Its a commonly known fact when your different your punked
While nobody sees his predicament's as big as it was
They had a miserable touch with words, but he prevailed
Sailed, and found out who he was cause he studied himself
Until suddenly hell doesn't feel like a punishment now
He has the blues all the time, but he loves to be down
In touch with the sounds and figured out the gift and the curse
his mental prison is worse when he isn't a jerk
This is his work, a dickhead and let's experiences live in his words
What he gives you is hurt, and writes songs about shit that he learned
On less typical terms, his fantastic voyage is done
His records been labeled, and now he has employment with one