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75. On A Doorstep... [December 2014]

Shackles, burning backs, holding them down, down, down

I’m awakening through the forsaken of the worl-worl-world.

Nothing makes sense anymore… I’m holding back on a door

On a doorstep, I hold onto the handle, I pull it twice

On a doorstep, I scream into my hands, and raise my voice.

 

Swimming through toxic seas

Battling the anoxic keys

Shovelling the b-bodies

Flaming the screaming knees

And I’m holding onto the bottom of these bees

Because there is nothing that takes me back to reality

 

Shackles, burning backs, holding them down, down, down

I’m awoken from a sudden snap, and a clap, clap, clap

There is no other

Nothing makes sense anymore… I’m holding back on a door

On a doorstep, I hold onto the handle, I pull it twice

On a doorstep, I scream into my hands and raise my voice

 

Digging up the bodies, b-bodies

I’m holding up the crack of dawn

And I’m sleeping with these crowdies, and I’m shaken up

By the world and them. I’m hitting it hard, making my heartfelt comments

Because there is nothing takes me back to reality

 

Shackles, burning backs, holding them down, down, down

I’m awoken from the sudden sound of an angry furious clown

And his cheeks are glowing, his teeth are growing

The growls and howls echo through my bowels

Yeah, I feel the pain of a hundred men who are insane

And it’s never, never the same, cause I’m holding back all the pain

On a doorstep, I count to three

On a doorstep, I shout to three

 

O-On a doorstep, I see myself, I look at it again

And shout it out, screaming at the same old face

Fighting the sound of grace, killing the men of haste

And the women they feel so sane, and I can’t just be in-insane

And I watch them as they drain and drain

As the life is becoming again, again, again…

 

On a doorstep, I see myself, I watch it walk right out

On a doorstep, I see again, the same old face of another Ten

On a doorstep, I knock once, On a doorstep, I scream my house down

Yeah, yeah, yeah, the house is down, the house is down

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m watching it fall away…

 

On a doorstep, there is no answering to my questioning

On a doorstep, I see myself, On a doorstep, there is no Health

Just Wealth and Wealth, behind the same old face

The one I call a disgrace, not a friendly face

I leave it there, I leave it there, I walk away passed the air

Through the stare, and look right back, I see myself and my back

And it’s nothing more than a rude welcoming…

On a doorstep, I see myself, On a doorstep, I end up now

This story is over, and my life is soon be over

On a doorstep, I see myself, what’s that? On the kitchen shelf

I see it again, shining through my eyes…

1-2-3 On a doorstep, I see myself, On a doorstep, I end up now

For ever again, and I shall not see myself ever, ever, again…

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