The Lot

Just to see the light opening to deafening fright
The windows won't board and the shutters won't close
I'm swaying in a saltine sauce of retribution
Forced to be until I'm deceased

Can I go home?
I'm stuck here in the lot
Where will I go?
The pale has been caught

Slipping from the sun like I've lost the day
Ordering the one like I've found my place
Taking out the garbage in a solemn daze
Wrap myself opaque just to feel the way

Can I go home?
I'm stuck here in the lot
Where will I go?
The pale has been caught

The pale has me flushed inside a silver maze
I give myself to sail but I'm not phased

Can I go home?
I'm stuck here in the lot
Where will I go?
The pale has been caught



Credits
Writer(s): Gary Wilson
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