Babyland 01
The engine speaks and I'm wide awake
Somewhere past the signal of an ending I still remain
Dropped down, let go, right next to an emptiness
Held back, repressed, because of a bitterness
Crossed out, remote, despite what the public says
That's not what they meant
Give me something to do
Besides sitting all alone and wishing I was someone else
I can't dream for myself
I'm wide awake in a constant
Install self neglect
From a signal and a weakened reception
The engine continues to sputter along
Ignoring all content
Extending the wreckage that still remains
Spilled out, undone, all over the passage way
Profane, excess, grabbing for another frame
The one piece I got I can't seem to give away
Don't we get one more take?
Why do we always want so deeply
The things we can't achieve?
I had a vacancy I hoped this would fill...
