Silica

This hotel is familiar, I think I’ve crashed here before I smell the stench of the ones who’ve smashed here Limited to closed curtains and a locked door So the guilt doesn’t leave the room And sway into the blue birds ear wax There’s nothing wrong here, just relax I don’t wanna’ know what you think or feel I’m not someone who is going to help you heal The only thing I’ll do for you is you and only you The lonely feelings are the only ones true You can’t tie strings to these fingers or hands I’m no puppet, girl. I’m a drifting man I’m living in an empty wasteland Where love is as solid as silica sand And emotions are bursting bottles of glass They form the dirt and the tiny blades of grass That stick in your feet and spill out little red blood cells That trick you into puppetry and form mud shells Around the few rational thoughts you still carry around As if it’s the only thing that’s left of yourself And the rest was just tossed on a display shelf I’m unstable like Mount Damavand Emitting sulfurs and holding it inside But hey at least I’m not from Iran It’s only from chains in which I hide We submitted to a natural desire And temptation only took us higher I know, I’m aware… You may feel like the bible in an atheist home Just remember when you feel lost and alone At least you know you’re human And not some trash in the wasteland Or a glass heart made from silica sand Are you? Never mind I don’t wanna’ know.