Stick In The Mud

you hear voices through the veins of unearthed societal rampage
 a whole host of angels driving us forward filtered through the solace of my mind
 the tempter deals in the fade to black notion of reality
 we swerve to release are final testament
 eyes today with spots having holes living by sight
 viscous long hanging fangs that bite dripping blood off side
 we embrace the arts only as a filter for are own selfish agenda
 lines are being drawn in the sand when will we ever live to understand
 the grass withers and the clouds will fade
 still I feel I'm a stick in the mud with no love
 although it may appear that way on the outside I choose to run away hide
 in my vast dreams with kings & queens
 block the silence from my fragile egg shelled mind
 the crucifix is for those who are willing to tast faith's reality
 as they live in a land of make believe
 through the vast correlation of a dream where people scream
 drawn out the silence with a bit of violence
 only to bask in the vast expanse between space & time
 why does one equate logic for free for I shed a tear to numb the pain
 not having love in my heart is driving me insane like life in the fast lane
 we have come this close not to turn back now
 can't ever let go when your hands on the plow
 still I feel I'm a stick in the mud
 sweeping things under the rug
 life gives you a shove
 inside we hide behind four walls that bind
 its the bling leaders of the blind
 although at times I feel as a social outcast but that soon will pass
 through a variation in a dream you can draw people in
 wearing decorated masked a face filled with laughing gas
 you may think your having a blast by not fearing the reaper
 but your day will certainly come the books will be opened
 the verdict will be read for the walking dead
 a challenge to be free is a question of time my one solution is using my mind
 living on the edge and its going to my head sitting up at night all alone in bed
 following the rainbow to the sky I see a vision of you pass me by
 Our war were in is almost over its hard to believe I lost my lover
 but soon you will discover the notion of madness ensues
 what hurts you the most is it in pain