Jostling the idea
Around his head then he makes it appear inside the room he's in
Nothing can compare to the feeling of it all being there
It's the day that drives him away
He lays in bed while the sun just laughs in his face
Chipping away at the time, on another lost project of mine
Idiosyncrasy, Is it you is it me?
Does it all even matter?
Is anyone listening? That shouldn't matter
Video, TV screen getting caught in-between, in-between every scene
Getting caught in-between the useless chatter
Falling down all around climbing up and going down
Looking out from atop, looking out from atop a corporate ladder
Where all your dreams funnel through, to a head and pummel you, beaten down, kicked around
Feeling like no one understands you
Ball it up throw it out, bottle up throw it down and explode
Show them everything that you can do...