Pen & Ink

Thinking back to what was said… My angel shattered upon my bed
Washed away with tears alone, that fragile state that she’s outgrown
«I'm so confused» she says now once again
And tries to hold on while it’s wearing thin
She talks about faith but she’s so afraid
Sweating with guilt, that’s how she was raised
Send it down to me
Oh, all that I can’t see
'Cuz in my world of pen & ink
It seems I don’t know what to think
«It's what my father believes, what my mother believes
What my preacher believes, so me too…
What my brothers believe, what my sisters believe
What the world believes so it’s true
Into her pillow now she wheeps…
Awakened from their tale she wants so desperately to sleep…
A world that makes her feel so small
She says «What's the purpose of it all?»
Down and down and down now she slips back.
Too many years of fears and wishes to retract
Back to the shelter of good and bad…
She tells me my views are so sad
Love me and hate you
Grow me inside you
Trust me, you need to
You made me to control you
And I’ll change you and I’ll waste you
Until reality will never even phase you in plain view
The brainwashed warden of your mind’s confinement!
Just a sheep and I’m your fucking tyrant!