The Phoenix Born Again

Its just a vicious circle going in circles without any clues Its just a mad hatted mess looking to make no amends It's just a disregarded apathy if they suddenly look our way no hello how are you? how was your day? Its just a nauseas stab in the dark its just a thump to the head its just a bruise to the knee it's a scrape across my chest on St. Patrick's day It's just a concentrated mess wrapped in a bundle a mind trap of danger and mind numbing insanities you'll be asking whose who in a mystery It's just looking for that angel the one wearing that suit the one who shot me in the face and never made the news It's just where it fell apart again looking for assonance and reason to the logic of keys and education of gardens and statues