Voices - Pagoda

I watch that open flame

Bright light and beautiful orange

I watch that open flame

I watch that open flame

Dear God it’s calling my name

I watch that open flame

It was our job to make the money

And it was he who took all the risks

And we would sit down and wrestle our tummies

Some serotonin to kill the dope sick

But as you may know

Lying face first in the snow

I dreamt of days so long ago

Do you remember them?

Where did they go?

Ah aaahhh…

What’d you say?

Oh no don’t reply

It’s just the voices inside

Oh no I can’t decide

They say you’re not here

I’m not

To feel no fear

It’s just my sickness

You’re nothing you’re no one

You don’t exist

It’s the voices inside

Which is mine

I wasn’t born with a silver spoon

That was then but I got one now

This ritual will kill me soon

Hey mom and dad be proud

Wednesday night they sweep the street

With my record they play for keeps

I don’t have any words to say

And we would wonder what took him so long

Half humming this unsung song

Did they find his works in his cold

Dead hand, a sunny day at Riker’s Island

More to say the least and never would it last

It was the nature of the beast

It meant present, no future, no past