Purgatory Music

I blow the dust off of the cover when I make my pick Blind melody, the ghost in the hallway that jumps to the kick My vision taking on a whole new level that'll blindside the devil when these cold words hit So get in and dance to the crackle Run around and flinch from the sound of the gavel when the judgement lands Break the silence with my own young hands So I can replace emotion where the boneyard stands Time ticker, lost in the grit, tryna find a better way to solve it than jumping off of a bridge Feeling tied down and tortured in all of the ways there is Is not gonna help me when the white light splits Theraputic, fiend for the music Floating on the last boat sent from the cruise ship it saves your soul It's time to take this show on the road It's the one-man vessel people claim that they know I'll go This is not home Chewing all the love songs, spitting out a poem That's sitting on the phone in the place I chose My blood will run warm when the cold wind blows I'll go And never come back Riding on that train down a one way track I'll break that glass And I'll never look back Even if they all laugh I wil never feel trapped and fade to black Lay the needle where the pain stems And dig around for the source Pump my veins full up of all of the little things that I force I'm a worm for direction and got a little bit off of course It'll find you, re-invent everthing that you scored Life writer, thrown from the cast Catapaulted over that wall in which they constantly try to mask And if that don't save me I'm probably going to crash on impact Holding my broken pen in my grasp Goodbye Wind to the trail Traveller, the last note spoken over grown folks chatter The last rope thrown after I broke that ladder that it let me climb up and join the calamity Dance and move to the freedom Pick another lock and escape when the beat comes to save your soul It's time to take this show on the road It's that one man vessel people claim that they know I'll go This is not home Chewing all the love songs, spitting out a poem That's sitting on the phone in the place I chose My blood will run warm when the cold wind blows I'll go And never come back Riding on that train down a one way track I'll break that glass And I'll never look back Even if they all laugh I wil never feel trapped and fade to black