i stored myself
in a bottle of wine
on a shelf
off the vine
you get use to the pressure
when its all you have had
then the cork was pulled, a bottle overflowed
i found my element, bewilderment surrounded it
the dusty road
for a dirty soul
i took my carry on luggage, a carpet baggers brother
no lover can hover
on the notes of a lonely song
as he rattles on
a vagabond
in search of god
in a reflecting pond
over time the baggage swelled
memories, a history
of triumph and mistake
of heroes who turned out fake
of guilt and lies
of alibis
the brackish eyes
wet with despise
and mask after mask after mask
on wall after wall after wall
ive got 13 faces stashed in this pack
they keep coming up with a different act
out of duck tape
cant wait
too great
they frustrate
noise is all they can create
ive gotta cut this chain, roll the ball down hill
and whittle you into nothing
ill cut this chain, roll the ball down hill
and whittle you into nothing
but truth

 
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