Crowned in leather
Bound in chains
She picked over
My remains

Following after
A Holy Host
Desperate to silence
Her terrible ghost

I wish I could see
That look
In my son's eyes again
I wish I could feel
Her hair
Brush my face again
I wish I could be
The man
I was meant to be
Adoration, tender hope
The stream bed
Has gone dry
Nothing more
Under the bridge
And I
I Wanted to be
The man he thought I was

The burning embers of anger
The black mold of despair
The dry rot of loneliness
This house is coming down

The landlord seems distant

See the dust and cobwebs
Of empty stagnation
See the crumbling facade
Of pointless neglect
This house is coming down

Abandoned property

See the clapboard windows
Of blind conceit
See the overgrown weeds
Of pointless life
This house has fallen down

Ive got to distract
Counteract
Retract
Cuz my mind is going back

Ive got to stop the slide
Egocide
Can't abide
No place to hide

Ive got to cover my face
Displace
Disgrace
Get outta this place

Ive got to end it all
Ignore the call
Free fall
Threadbare pall

Screamin
Dont make it true
Cryin
Dont make it better
Laughin
Dont make it funny
And bein' you
Dont make you a princess

Fightin
Dont bring on the truth
Whistlin
Dont make the monsters go away
Prayin
Dont bring no answers
And bein you
Dont put you in charge

I dont mess around
With what never did work
Thats why
I aint messin with you

I feel...
Every jackhamner blow
To the concrete
To the sanity I profess
To the illogic of me

I feel...
Every acidic comment
Dissolving my resolve
Wearing away the foundation
Weakening the walls between

I feel...
Every tightening screw
Binding me
Limiting me
Wedding my freedom to rust

There she stood
In the middle of the square
Wearing nothing
But her indignity
She screamed
Her torment
Hawking her pain
For anyone
Who paid her
Any attention