Low to the Bird

Here it goes
A sort of Ex-Voto
With a hand full of discord that is ready to sew
And how wild it grows

Dear friend of mine
Through brick and dime
Your Iscariot silver has up and lost its shine
How it shined, it shined

Is there no one left to help
The widow's son that fell a long way down?

Now I'm too many words lost down the drain
Gather me like rivers, gather me like rain
I don't mean to accuse, I don't mean to complain
I'm too low to the bird for my prayer to be heard anyway

Full attack
Over trails and track
When your eyes are too far forward to know what's rolling off the back
A long way back

Tilt and sway
Mercury's in retrograde
I'm just a glutton for punishment and the kitchen's open late

Is there no one left to help
The widow's son that fell a long way down?

Now there's too many keys linked on my chain
They're so heavy in my pocket, so heavy in my brain
And I stumble and fumble for an opening
But not a one of them unlock anything interesting anyway