don't read this if you don't like my crazy metaphors

[opithursday]

Long and Winding
I dug myself a hole, and I keep digging.
Maybe I'm searching for gold.
Maybe I'm just reaching six feet.
When I look up, there is nothing to see-
when I reach my hand into the dirt, it stings.
Ants and spiders, cockroaches and beetles
are crawling all over me, devouring layers of me.
The rose I once held is wilted, is brown
as the memory of a happy life fades.
I see pictures of desert dust storming,
fields of dried grass thriving-
beating out the fresh spring green.
Bombs explode
Men fall down
Wars break platinum bonds
with nuclear weapons of dispute.
The heat burns behind closed eyes-
ignorance is a price you can't afford
to pay this tuesday coming up-
it's dreaded and morbid black.
Like the one you heard about, that already past.
I fall to my knees, needles incinerate
the bone shielding breaks, my body collapses.
So I lay down(I've dug six feet)-
Hoping this will lift me
-free. But then I awake with
blood shot eyes of misery.
There was a fire, and now it snows
Frozen flames forsake me.

The Old Highway 58: This lane only

Mom just drives
Dad just D R I V E S!
Mom just drives
Dad just D R I V E S!
The nail down my throat
The road just curves
The lines just curve
The road just curves
The lines just curve
And wrap tightly around my throat
The questions are repeated
The lies keep being REPEATED
The questions are repeated
The lies keep being REPEATED
Until answer resonate in my throat
Trees flap their wings
The windows frame their wings
Trees flap their wings
The windows frame their wings
While feathers tickle my throat
I laugh, you say it's not a joke
I cry, You tell another joke
I laugh, you say it's not a joke
I cry, You tell another joke
And then finally, I choke.

Roadside Quills

The CD is almost over
not quite like my life
So i close my eyes to fly
feel the wind in my hair
There's this slow black box
driving in front of me
Slam on the brakes too late
Just crashed into a hearse
Walked away, unscratched
except for the fork in my wrist
Pull over to the right lane
to light a cigarette
And press play.

and my favorite line of this song: She'll fuck you just for the taste
because i will.