Go To Hell Part Two

Childhood is a stranger, taken away, pushed into games we do not want to play. Of all the battles that I have fought it is this one which always surrounds me, punchdrunk, forever looking the wrong way with eyes closed. Life would be wonderful were it not for those 3am wakings, those naked lunch moments, where the camera pulls out and zooms in on life, and I'm in the foreground. This camera close-up always takes me by surprise, I am never ready. What is its obsession, does it want my confession? And what did I do anyway? I just happen to be here, everyday. None of this "blame" is mine, in this cruel act, this pantomime. This invented game of cheap charades and I'll burn down your house of cards, but not today. Today the games are mine to play, Now I will keep you locked away. I'll keep you secret, I'll keep you near, Now you'll live in endless fear. One night the truth will creep into your room, at 3am, and slide under your covers. And I along with all the others. We'll use our words like a loaded gun, you'll go to hell for what you've done.