Under lines of trees   inside caves that open up to cityscapes   i was a failure and they found me out   i was a drunk and blinded sailor   to sew your insides close   these are landmine carburetors   i find it hard to believe that the medicine is helping me   at the end of the day   the computer screens give blue and silent offerings   at the end of the day   view that all the trains are churches   and roads like muddy water   they gave you poetry and endless hours of conversation   and it affects the colors over   i'm a drawn out corporate warrior   on the night that smells like water   your crutch and your cross   your voltage your watts   and at the end of the day