I'm not tired - my path is blocked by mesh wire and the abscence of a substance i cannot define - this room is mine and i cannot let all these things i forget hold me down - This is level ground and i can walk steady - If i'm ready to live then i can forgive myself and i can move on - this is only a con of a lesson life throws and i feel all the blows of the gun being fired - i'm tired now - i feel my eyes beoome weights - my head deflates and falls down - this is shakeable ground and i can falter quickly - this is strictly a means to an end and i can only bend so far - it's par for the course and i have no remorse to the people i kill - with the powder and the powder in a pill - now your ill and you can pay the white-masked-man's bill and fill your prescription - this is just a description of a day in the way of decay - why not lay back and say "ok, so it happens this way, i'll just stay in bed for a day or so and pray for the fire" - i'm still tired - my mind feels expired and out of dat e - until my head inflates and i wake up again - ready to fend off a world full of insults and dirty looks - the big book doesn't say much to half of the crowd - i could scream out loud and few would hear - but if i fuck up, then i hear everyone cheer - and i'm standing here wondering what big clearance sale everyone's collided in - provided they've got big pockets and a million checks - this reflects the poor we don't want anymore - and as they stare in to the glare of the big green bills - they hop off of windowsills and onto the pavement - they cave in to this earth and the hell it provides so generously - they strenuously shovel the loose gravel that's waited for their lifeless heap to trip and fall - they've stalled too long and now we've hit the empire - WE ARE ALL TIRED