Pieces

The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Where are you now in this mess you have made?
I’m leaving you here, to fend for your own
I cannot help I am already gone
Pieces of dreams cannot kill the touch only the mind
These little pieces of things I’ve grown to hate so much
Delivered and burned, you see how it works
I could explain, but I’d feel like a jerk
I close my eyes and feed your pain
Helpless ritual, ritual habits sustained
Pieces of dreams cannot kill the touch only the mind
These little pieces of dreams I’ve grown to hate so much
What about the de-compassion
That is in the movement on the wheels that we ride?
Kill your life!
Can I believe that I need someone, to make me feel like I am special?
To lie beneath a snail with no one, and feel like a million voices
With a poor excuse I’m guilty. With the blood on my hands you’ll see
Hide in the ruins that you’ve ruined, when you couldn’t see…
Running lost intertwined with a weak compromise
Lacking a soul with the will to survive