Imagination

While at home
My senses thaw to the bone
I can clearly see what it does to me
It pulls me in

Up again
My window thins pinching me
I can clearly see what it does to me
The twisted arms of normalcy

Smile like you feel nothing
Race to your next everything
Live by the progress made
You've been dead anyway
Over and over again

Send me out for repairs
I'm a thinker again
One more day on my own
But they'll find where I've been
Imagination

Sin begins
Creation wins, cleansing me
I can clearly see what it does to me
The twisted arms of normalcy
Over and over again

Don't you feel anything
Don't you feel anything at all
Don't you feel a God damn thing
Nothing, nothing at all

© 2005 Alex Karweit