Spectacle From Sandbox To Laboratory
I’ve got a package to deliver, but no address And
returning to sender is not an option I’ve got a feeling
that you might confess If I show up at your door
There’s a trail, a thin red line, from the sandbox to the
lab There’s a leap of faith from imagination to
textbooks You talk about reason when it sits at your
nose I asked you for truth and you gave me prose
You might choke on your own words, I have seen you mumble
And fall prey to your own trap, bound and gagged
The needle in hand Your serum of truth A soothing dose
Shot through the ear The message intact Sedation
complete A calming bullet Shot to the head
You might trip over your own feet, I have seen you
stumble And fall prey to your own trap, bound and gagged
I’ve been searching these streets for days, to find your
home But all I could find was a locked door
