Portland.oregon.2001
After a few years of white knuckle sobriety... it was beginning to occur to me [with a lot of friends' 'input']...that perhaps rage wasn't necessarily an asset... and that the only thing that seemed to temper it for me was a handful of pain killers and couple bourbons... i had ridden that particular pony before... and i knew what lay ahead... and yet...
Different take on politics
What it means to you and me
Salvation or a nervous tick
Tourniquet or let it bleed
Hard for me to say
My instincts aren't so sharp these days
I guess I lost my way
My memory just ain't the same
I know there's a darkness
I know there's a darkness and
It's waiting for me there
I can't put my finger on it
Flatline or the faintest pulse
A buzzing bee back in my bonnet
Ecstatic or a tad repulsed
Hard for me to tell
I'm not the man I used to be
I'm feeling pretty well but
The outrage got the best of me
I know there's a darkness
I know there's a darkness and
It's waiting for me there
Head up to my corner market
Try to get my courage up
If I only had a target
Maybe I could fuck shit up
Hard for me to know
I take a pill and then it's gone
I guess it's time to go
I never know what side I'm on
I know there's a darkness
I know there's a darkness and
It's waiting for me there