Exman

EXMAN

The madman and the story
The winding of the subject
True intentions to erase me away from your mind
As I’m strolling blindly through the web of those times
I don’t know what makes me feel like this trap
Down to the grab
I’m sliding though the tubes
My subterfuge
Is nothing but a crap.

Distance
Call out my name
I will not hear you say
No matter what the cost is
I’m gonna get this payment back
Forever more

You point at the exit
Your words reset my mind
I have to clarify the reasons
Why I must stay for this uncertain line
You waste my flesh
You waste my dreams
Now I’m divided into nothing
And more that I can ever be

Another gap in the slab of my silent resentment
Through which the winds blow in your versatile fakement
Where must it happen to make you see me sane?
I still don’t know
You still don’t care
Don’t care for your exman

Distance
Call out my name
I will not hear you say
No matter what the cost is
I’m gonna get this payment back
Forever more