this narrow path is getting wider by the minute and the sky is rising
this beautiful guitar i will play and the thoughtful lyrics i will sing
mountains of loneliness are getting lost behind this heavy haze
seas of relaxation sweep in and send in thoughts of better days
my mind is a train wreck full of non sinners and there are no survivors!
i have been taking little baby steps and my motions are nothing but a blur
my heart has been cruelly wrenched out and stomped on the floor
you have grabbed me by the neck and thrown me out behind a slammed door
but i sit here now in some weird, psychotic, malicious state of nature
my mind is slowly melting away and i'm afraid there is no cure
sitting in point blank range, in the middle of a maze, no escapes
your language is gibberish to me and your writing is nothing but shapes
this narrow path has slowly expanded into a never ending plain full of nothing
this old, out of tune guitar i will play and the scrambled lyrics i will sing
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