Verse 1:
Got too close, let it walk too long.
Stunting growth-each card dealt wrong.
These gaits hold us from
Abandoning the bottom.
So many crippled thoughts
Decay us as they rot.
Contentment is severed from us-
Join temporary conceals the disgust.
Pre-Chorus:
The host of tragedy
Soon will lie comedy,
And through suffering,
Found is the relief.
Chorus:
Becoming feeble, frail.
We need therapy;
Heartache on repeat.
Our hearts need wheelchairs,
So they can rest
While on they press.
Rehabilitation treatments;
Getting old with weakness.
Dramatic and stressed-
Seek all therapists.
Verse 2:
Previous escapes are now what home was.
Descriptions relayed; pointless now to use their crutch.
Comforting, but too comfortable.
To treat us as your own-vulnerable.
Awkward and chronic sensitivity.
Stroked to raw tissue-not soothing.
Facilities with you were too padded.
Freedom tastes sour, but therapeutic.
Pre-Chorus:
Interrogating intelligence-
Trust in my discernment.
Immaturity is endless,
And surgery can't remove it.
Bridge:
I am having phantom pain.
You're amputated, but pain remains.
Simple or complicated-
Making yourself nauseated.
Fear of feeling with each strike.
Stand clear, or teeth will grind.
Brace myself for this.
Utilize all the senses...
Nerves become electric when
I speak through frowns and grins.
I am broken, but I breathe.
Tremors of emotions begin to bleed.
Bring me back to prior function;
Save my heart from deterioration.
Somehow, I love through the hate-
Therapy of pain and rage.