The Lot

Just to see the light opening to deafening fright The windows won't board and the shutters won't close I'm swaying in a saltine sauce of retribution Forced to be until I'm deceased Can I go home? I'm stuck here in the lot Where will I go? The pale has been caught Slipping from the sun like I've lost the day Ordering the one like I've found my place Taking out the garbage in a solemn daze Wrap myself opaque just to feel the way Can I go home? I'm stuck here in the lot Where will I go? The pale has been caught The pale has me flushed inside a silver maze I give myself to sail but I'm not phased Can I go home? I'm stuck here in the lot Where will I go? The pale has been caught