Frames from pictures come apart
The rain that falls stops in shock
The sun that once shown is blockened
By the clouds above
Radios with no clear channel
Tv's with a snowstorm screen
Lamps that dont give no more light
This isnt how this is to be
Life was once worry free
But more years lived is more years to bleed
And now im walking down the block
With glass on the road and no shoes on

I want to be alive again
What's this world got for me
It's just gunna take from me

Windows closed with locks and bars
The curtains cover the civilized part
And closed one heart becomes
As they step away from the universe
No answer when the telephone rings
Just waiting for the grass to turn green
With Christmas presents under the tree
Some waiting to be opened by me
Hope thats lost and never found
Imprisoned spirit that cant get out
Isnt that enough for life to take
We're impacient children that need to sit and wait

NOTE: This MIGHT seem like something that doesnt make too much sense. But
metaphorically
 
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