Cubically Contained

Good for me, for a time

all hell's cubically contained

starched and bottled

pressed and altered

and ready for the rings

the first tiny little shadows of my creepy little thoughts

and have it all that matters

and i lose by default

and i'll never promise anything again

i never promise anything again

i never promise anything again

i set a dozen 12-step traps

they slip by everyone

i never catch the little bastards

i really do wish that they'd own up

those paranoid little fuckers

take their paranoid little time

and when the moon rolls in

they're like a bank-robbin'

and i'm a hostage who will drive

and i never promise anything again

i never promise anything again

i never promise never promise never promise

anything again anything again

never promise never promise

anything again anything again

never promise anything again

now i can only do so much

and i will never deviate

i hear myself take a deep breath

and think i musta wanted it this way

i remember all those little traps

i could not keep them in place

and whenever stationed anywhere

they were terrorized and maimed

so tonight i set a vigil and my shadow's all that's cast

and the iron that's encased it

is doing all that one could ask

and i never promise anything again

i never promise anything again

i never promise anything again anything again

never promise anything again

never promise anything again anything again

never promise anything again