President Of What

I saw the scene unfold on a rainy sunday

creases indicating folds that kept 4 walls from caving in

I took a little more of what I take for granted

and filled my plate with fears that gears would turn

and wheels would roll away



something's got to break you down



entered the scene (I'm told) on I think it was monday

you drove straight through and mined that quarry

for all it could bleed 'til dry

I took a little more 'til I got taken for granted

'cause beautiful boys gave chase

and when they arch your backbone

it's such a dreadful sight



I'll react when faces find you

with jealous fits that gag and bind you

'cause nothing hurts like nothing at all

when imagination takes full control