You’re right I’m not in the mood to talk
Drove late back home, no lights were on
Though the color of night, everything seems red
Damn things that crawl behind my speedy head
It’s hard to sleep in soft bed at night
When your conscience raves

It’s on the streets, it’s everywhere
Rage is all around me
That from the gutter echoes back
Confusing signs drill into my head

Can’t you smell the waft of dirt while you walk
Stop facing things with eyes turned to walls
Don’t place a frame onto others disgrace
To call it art and just live on carefully
While their tears blur their certain end
You yawn and go to bed, you failed to stand

They hold a spear in despair
That’s not art to me
The cutting edge is on your neck
Sarcastic smiles will motivate the stab