Lyrics:
The seed of the chaos was the thought that he could be great
The long and lonely commute was where the slow and steady scheming took place
He kept it all in his head, and after weeks he felt the guarantee
In the end, the guards' mercy meant they only blew out both his knees
The prelude to the disenchantment was the daydream of fire
Until the heat on the stairs and in the kitchen was what he required
He felt alive and together; for a moment nothing could be wrong
But nothing could be right when long-suffering life and kids are gone
Copyright © 2008 Brian West