Below The Soul(e)


This happy hole that I have found,
Has led me into open spaces.
Every step I take on solid ground,
Leads me further into consternation.
So give me a great big hole and I’ll fall right in.
Doesn’t matter to me. What’s your favorite sin?
Don’t let the cobwebs gather.
Soon you’ll find that you’d much rather
Stumble upon a hole and fall right in.
Cuts and bruises are the price you pay for having skin.
Leaves me with a sense of shame,
It’s the same as the place that I ran from.
Deceives me with the promise of fame,
It’s so lame, it’s the game I succumb to.
Please, don’t block possibility.
Leave room for the rest of me.
Save a place on your planet for broken ego.
This great migration brings me round,
To certain truths that I have buried.
Every inch of pavement that I pound
Cracks beneath the weight of what I carry.
So give me a great big hole and I’ll fall right in.
Doesn’t matter to me. What’s your favorite sin?
Don’t let the cobwebs gather.
Soon you’ll find that you’d much rather
Stumble upon a hole and fall right in.
Cuts and bruises are the price you pay for having skin.
I never meant to take the me out of me.
I found a way to justify everything.
I never meant to take the me out of me
I’ll never give you control.