Urges

The summer's gone, it's winter now And there's no-one around I'm livin' underground To live alone within your mind It may just be The way for Me To be free Today Will be the day that I finally I am a shut-in Dilapidated, isolated And I will never Live to see when we're not separated I am a lived-in House of long-lost, hazy memories And I will never Live to see The end of tyranny To lift up and feel that pulse There's no better feeling No better thing to feel And when I stab that pulse It may just be The way for Me To be free Today Will be the day that I finally I am a shut-in Dilapidated, isolated And I will never Live to see when we're not separated I am a lived-in House of long-lost, hazy memories And I will never Live to see The end of tyranny It's almost every single day now From January to January It's almost every single way now From heavyweights to classic hangings A table edge and a ceiling fan Or the pill bottle that usually follows A knife voice and a violent car crash Enough to call out, too much to swallow! There is a way out To never, ever feel the cold again There is a warm house To live inside of, full existence Back to the lived-in House of cherished, cherub memories And I will be the one To bring about The end of tyranny