Slave To A Teenager

She's a pissed off man now
Shh, be quiet
He is hiding metaphors
The impostor
Oh I'm sure you're down there
I can hear you smiling
Its like a train blowing steam
He said, "Tired of all you folk"
It's getting harder to keep my cool
It's getting hard to be around people
The crows gather black outside my window
The machine gun blows away families, the wind
Blows leaves, the big world slowly spins
Christmas lights glow on suburban trees
Fire burn around junkies in alleyways
Pointless never ending fires
Flashes of things while drunk
Blackouts, death conversations
Wiggling on bathroom floors
Wishing I was never born
He was like a train blowing steam