tryin so hard to embrace the truth

one foot out the door set me loose

a hand behind my back fingers crossed

weapons come out to support a cause

my eyes are open atleast for today

to see for yourself is to see my dismay

to all that is hidden in the crawlspace

where the bugs and the rats sit home and play

unaware of the torment of that ticking tock

a clock that wont stop to enjoy small talk

so step out the door and go away

we wait for your footsteps

and fingerprints on display