Overworked and undersold
Are the lies that you've been told
Read and weep at headlines
Each year so cold
Rage and fear begin to bloom
From your heart an empty tomb
Trading in the fruits of your labor
For a garden of doom
Giving yourself to insanity to console those betrayed
Yet sitting in your mind you can't erase what they say
Was it here? What's that there?
Decaying in the gloom
A permanent scar
In an ocean of tar
In the garden of doom
And when your skull breaks, you can't erase
The thing that holds you back from fate
You can't control validation with
Trepidation of mistakes
Any more than the clock decides who is late
Pick your head up off the floor
And screw it on
Illusions of worry and tales of death are gone
Realize that once you're in
You're on your way out
And contributions of the soul
That's what it's all about
And when your skull breaks, you can't erase
The thing that holds you back from fate
You can't control validation with
Trepidation of mistakes
Any more than the clock decides who is late