Out Of Tune Hands

Dazed for the past 7 years
Waking up from this nightmare
Drowning in debt
Alone in a apartment
Confused as to how it all happened
Try to measure the movements
Amazed at how distorted it all is
Something that could have been so glorious
Disgraced with long nights and late mornings
Pissed on whenever pissed off
Beaten down and bloodied
The devil twirling me in his claws
Laughter echoing trough the dark
Tolling the waste you allow to build up

As I lay face down in a sewer
The sun breaks through the grates
Shining through a sensitive cornea
A moment passes before I dive back in
How could I have let this happen?
Who damns the daylight for the night crawl?
Run away, climb the ladder, gasp for air
Keep running, run, run, run
I collapse far away from ground zero
Feel the tall grass with out of tune hands
Accept the heat of the sun on my face
Water flowing through my hair
Twitching towards recuperation
In a world where one prison is traded for another

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