Wandering Mind

I can't stop, words flow from a place unknown

It's not my voice, it's not my tongue breathing ties

I should have seen all the signs, damn the crowd should have known

That there are no silver wings amongst any of these flies

I tried and tried, but not even Satan could see

The array of waves crashing inside the walls of my being

I tried to collapse screwed keys, to set them all free

But, for some reason the crowd of the smiling stains were all I was seeing

Please, flee from the fiends that hold the ties from the past

Try to tell them to go away back into the dark

I tried to run in rain, I tried to avoid that cast

But, there is already oil stains on my heart

Feel the times are rotating back into those beginning moments of all

There is no time to waste, she doesn't wait for anyone

Those birds waiting on telephone lines sit patiently for the call

Any and all of them, from any place under the sun

"Head my words", He is saying to the mass

"I can't tell you of what is to come"

"The times of flame and thorns are passed"

"And the fate of you all has been spoken for and done"

Love always,

Chayle