Reaching out the wall
Brick by brick, my fingers stretch
Ashes, ashes, we fall
Stuck on the same old ledge
I keep the canteen and savor the sympathy
I shake your hand, and trash your philosophy
Sound the trumpet for my symphony
Another tale of woe and pity
My nails are cracked from scratching
I have yet to use the shovel
All relationships damaged by pitiful latching
How comfortable am I really on ground level?
So who\'s to blame?
For the never ending game
The circus of full circles
In the end, I\'m the reason the solution is infertile
Devil\'s soil, I\'m the caretaker