nights of waste

Days of work
Nights of waste
There is no more
gracious spark
Guess it´s time
to grow up now
Time to throw up now
Set it all in order
but how?
Seasons come and go
Your bones still know
what has been carved
into them
the marks of history
No one knows how you
really see things
or if you see them clearly
You can try and tell
you can go and pretend
you can be a silent bastard
so everyone has to guess
till they get bored of you
and you stand alone
again
Even if you try
you already know
you always know
what is coming for you
It has always been announced
just pour toi
You are a goddamn son
You are a king of fools
when they have gone
you stay and play
with your stupid tools
the worst
there are no walls to your prison
but everything stays inside
you walk loud in shame
sometimes in quiet pride
you care for everyone
and treat them nice
or some with deep
profound love
nothing you expect
but still
you don´t want to get hurt
they take your shoulder
you almost never use theirs
you lean on the darkness
a force from inside
succumb to it you will one day
I can see it in your eye
You have been astray
You have lost the way
I see a tear that never will fall
Should I tell you know
what you should know
Hear the call
and goddamn it!
You shall stay!