Different take on politics What it means to you and me Salvation or a nervous tick Tourniquet or let it bleed Hard for me to say My instincts aren't so sharp these days I guess I lost my way My memory just ain't the same I know theres a darkness I know theres a darkness and Its waiting for me there I cant put my finger on it Flatline or the faintest pulse A buzzing bee back in my bonnet Ecstatic or a tad repulsed Hard for me to tell Im not the man I used to be Im feeling pretty well but The outrage got the best of me I know theres a darkness I know theres a darkness and Its waiting for me there Head up to my corner market Try to get my courage up If I only had a target Maybe I could fuck shit up Hard for me to know I take a pill and then its gone I guess its time to go I never know what side Im on I know theres a darkness I know theres a darkness and Its waiting for me there
after a few years of white knuckle sobriety...it was beginning to occur to me [with a lot of friends' 'input']...that perhaps rage wasn't necessarily an asset...and that the only thing that seemed to temper it for me was a handful of pain killers and couple bourbons...i had ridden that particular pony before...and i knew what lay ahead...and yet....