Theres a spectre in the corner of an illustrated page
And a lonesome muted stripling with a rapt remedial gaze
The poverty of his language and the wealth of his emotion
Bring him endless murky musings and unexpected frustrationAngst and madness weave the fabric of his life
Tomorrow might be better but right now it feels likeTheres a panther, wild and proud behind the doors of a redolent cage
And an undeveloped intellect filled with impotent and static rage
And dont think youre exempt if you earn a good weekly wage
Just cause your neighbors going crazy and insanitys contagiousI know theres so much you want to say
But your tongue gets in the way and sometimes it feels like[Incomprehensible]I know theres so much you want to say
And the tumbrel of your mind gets in the way
Its the same for everybody to degrees
We all get that foggy freeze and sometimes it feels like