Not for the Taking

There's a hair in my throat
There's a pebble in my shoe
There's a hole in the road, that I'm slowly falling through

It's the rage, all the stages, it's the fading of my spine
It's the power of the brain and the weakness of the mind

It's to have the cake and eat it
It's the ugly things you said
It's the garden gnome staring
It's the monsters in my head

There's someone nibbling on my cookie
And I sure know who it is
And I don't like how it crumbles

My dream was fading fast
While the world was spinning past

In the corner of the garden
Dimly brooding on a plan
It's the new prison warden
That does everything it can

To cut the grass below my feet
And to crawl below my skin
To make my blood stall, boil and curdle and
To eat me from within

It's the deep muddy valley that I'm clearly sinking in
It's the ghosts that are following while I'm slowly chasing them
It's the stab of a knife, it's the circle of strife
It's the story of my being

But my freedom's not for the taking
And your empty cart won't last

Now the loudest wheel is singing
And your dream will soon be cast
Now the world may still be spinning
The old grease is fading