I live in a silo
Never had a meal since my last meal
Looking out the windows
Seeing walls as their bricks fall
See curtains open
And I see curtains closing
While I push that pen to the paper
The money to the banker
Run to the spot
Four people paying you to get shot
Got a microphone
Cutting lines until I find a home
I wait two years
Never drink a tear until I steal a loan
Keep cutting and cutting
Lines through a phone
I got a top hat puppet
With a story to tell
He said the man with a cane
Will always wear a crown
Lit a match with a nail
Burnt a black and white flag
That made no sound, no sound
I buy my rags from a priest
And my money from a lease
Keep my mind to my body
Never speak what I see
And when I see what I need
Believe what I see
Then it's hid like a sin
With an empty bottle and a lid
I fold a paper blind eye
Black cat looking left and right
My dime sized bucket holding up
Keeping time
Running with scissors
There's a tissue in my pocket
And I'm bleeding, bleeding