Burn the Haystacks
Sitting on the fence and I am loosing my bite. When I lie awake, I lie to myself... I promise This time, I won't loose my head Stuck inside a gilded cage Magic is possible Yet whimsy is dead The tables didn't turn so I flipped them over instead I run it up the flagpole, until I run out of people to salute I'm the martyr, I'm the problem I picked my battles You should see the ones I didn't pick I give in... Hero to Zero Burned the haystacks Found the needle I'm a hard to swallow pill; with enough rope to hang myself with Trust me - I tried to be reasoned with The road is endless and my fuse got shorter over time I'm tired of going through it.