STRUGGLE IN MY STRAIGHT JACKET

Have held me back in this cage

Have quit struggling, forgiven all, corked my rage
I know it’s the only way to come out breathing
Out of this cage, out with all the rage
They can’t change the way I think, all that I believe
I will learn myself, u don’t need to teach me

Into a free world, I can only picture in my mind
Who are they to keep me struggling in my straight jacket?
I see them in a cage when I look out
Only that my world is smaller, that’s it

How do these hypocrites justify all they do?
Strap me tight & lock me in a rubber room
Do they want me not to hurt myself or do they want me to?
I’m not a slave to all your beliefs or your disbeliefs
They can’t punch your brass knuckles into me anymore
I will figure it out myself; you don’t need to clear it for me

Into a free world, I can only picture in my mind
Who are they to keep me struggling in my straight jacket?
I see them in a cage when I look out of my window
Only that my world is smaller, that’s itLeave me alone & let me go,
Let me burn, let me grow
Help me get my wrath out,
I truly want to curse someone now

Who are you to let me struggle in my straight jacket?
I’m free as a bird in my own world.

CRUCIFY THE ROSES

The black wood torched as an old man’s dying face

The strewn embers still sizzle, tears roll down, I can’t bear no longer
I think…
How, in a heap of blistering grey ash the door stands?
The scorched roses still call you to rest your foot, in the simmering ashes

Had you just nailed the door, or did you crucify the roses?

You’d held a wreath of roses in one hand & a nail in the other
It took just one blow, to stab it through the lumber
I wonder…
Wasn’t that His barb crown, now dead center of the foyer?
But if that wasn’t the wreath, maybe it wasn’t the timber either.

Had you just nailed the door or did you just crucify the roses?
The utopia scorching in front of your eyes
They too know your time has passed.
I believe…
You had crucified the roses
Crucify the roses…