I'll wait 'til the wind stops blowing, so viciously,
Time is something that I have in abundance tonight.

I'll wait 'til my eyes can no longer see,
Then I'll finally have light, so I can take flight

I fell from my swing, and it allowed me to see the stars,
I didn't move from the ground, I just stared

I didn't think of planets like Venus, or Mars,
Earth's too big as it is, I've fallen and nobody cares

I want to write one thing that will change where my life is at,
Something that will take me places I've never been,

It seems like daily, against myself, I'm in combat,
Lurking in life's shadows, still waiting, never seen

The whole world is our playground?
Well I'm chained to its cold fence

The boys with the bowl want my swing, but they don't mean a thing,
I choose to share, man, I don't care, whatever they say bears no consequence

Time for one more cigarette, to wash down the joint,
I'll keep swing, swingin' 'til I feel tired.

I can't be bothered to live, days seem monotonous, I don't see the point,
I'm a machine gun of greatness, but it's trigger can't be fired.

I see so many people go by, they're all the same. Another soul to consume.
I like being in the same dark vicinity as other runners in the witching hour.

I feel the chill now, my fingers are feelin' stiff and my left knee creaks in tune with the chain, so I'll retire to the room, hoping someone's there to remove my gloom.
A butterfly to flap their majestic wings, and change the way my world is flowing, somehow regaining my bright side, returning my living power.

Only time will tell, but patience isn't my virtue, and my clock has stopped ticking.