Speak it to me silently
Question me, but quietly
My world is black and white
Like silent film upon the silver screen
My life is like a movie scene
The tragic part like Halloween
It's static, electricity
A violet heart like Rod Serling
The twilight zone, a magazine
The sparks will fly but nothings seen
A clear mirage, but suddenly
I'm caught between I'm underneath
A wave conveys the subtlety
Cause no one stays, they always leave
But I don't even see 'em out the door
Rug out from under me
Hush
I'm deserted
I'm a lamb that's not been herded
By the dog so I am lost amongst the fire of the furnace
And I'm burning
But I am not like bronze
Not burnished
I'm burnt to a crisp
Abandoned by my keeper and my herdsman
I'm prodigal
I'm uncertain if I'm a son
The spirit working?
I'm learning, inside I'm yearning
Discerning whether I'm worth it
I know that I haven't earned it
I see her and she is perfect
And inside I'm so disturbed
Im a satyr, slated for serving
Im a satyr, slated for serving