[Verse 1]
Don't be fooled by the self medicating
Slip on drool from the self deprecating
Don't be fooled by the self
Autumn's all and in it's wealth
I'm not free
[Verse 2]
Stuck in place to a worn out clock face
Residual pain strained limbs lose grace
Morning bites evening howls
I'm OK while you're around
But I'll be free before too long
[Verse 3]
Pay no attention to the man that's vibrating
Always picking
Up and pushing down compensating
Decides to
Strive for a picture of plenty for which he's slaving
Falls hard, discards a
Shard of freedom and it's health pulsating
Stepping closer to the edge
Choosing life instead
Of shutting down and
Drowning out those left waiting
Speaks a little loved a lot
Begins to yawn and
Not to plot
When he's taunted
By the whispers that are placating
[Verse 4]
Stripping bone down to marrow
Settling less for myth and tarot
Freeing Nos locked inside
Incense wafts up beside
A smiling face to greet him in his sorrow
And what's sweeter than sweet is that all's incomplete
No matter the charade or bravado
And brothers we'll be free
And sisters we'll be free
And children we'll be free
Before too long