Purgatory Music

I blow the dust off of the cover when I make my pick

Blind melody, the ghost in the hallway that jumps to the kick

My vision taking on a whole new level that'll blindside the devil when these cold words hit

So get in and dance to the crackle

Run around and flinch from the sound of the gavel when the judgement lands

Break the silence with my own young hands

So I can replace emotion where the boneyard stands

Time ticker, lost in the grit, tryna find a better way to solve it than jumping off of a bridge

Feeling tied down and tortured in all of the ways there is

Is not gonna help me when the white light splits

Theraputic, fiend for the music

Floating on the last boat sent from the cruise ship it saves your soul

It's time to take this show on the road

It's the one-man vessel people claim that they know

I'll go

This is not home

Chewing all the love songs, spitting out a poem

That's sitting on the phone in the place I chose

My blood will run warm when the cold wind blows

I'll go

And never come back

Riding on that train down a one way track

I'll break that glass

And I'll never look back

Even if they all laugh I wil never feel trapped and fade to black

Lay the needle where the pain stems

And dig around for the source

Pump my veins full up of all of the little things that I force

I'm a worm for direction and got a little bit off of course

It'll find you, re-invent everthing that you scored

Life writer, thrown from the cast

Catapaulted over that wall in which they constantly try to mask

And if that don't save me I'm probably going to crash on impact

Holding my broken pen in my grasp

Goodbye

Wind to the trail

Traveller, the last note spoken over grown folks chatter

The last rope thrown after I broke that ladder that it let me climb up and join the calamity

Dance and move to the freedom

Pick another lock and escape when the beat comes to save your soul

It's time to take this show on the road

It's that one man vessel people claim that they know

I'll go

This is not home

Chewing all the love songs, spitting out a poem

That's sitting on the phone in the place I chose

My blood will run warm when the cold wind blows

I'll go

And never come back

Riding on that train down a one way track

I'll break that glass

And I'll never look back

Even if they all laugh I wil never feel trapped and fade to black