Let The Horns Blow

I live with regrets
Of the sins I commit
And things I neglect
Considering bitter revenge
As I sit in my bed
And wish to be blessed by the vicar
The minister administered
A vigorous test
With deliberate attempts
To deliver my head to the victor
The victim of depth
I sit in suspense
while I'm spinning a sinister web
I'm caught in the vines of a vineyard
That twist thru my legs
I'm swimming up river but sinking instead
I'm drifting a bit
So I just should acceptThat this isn't it
I have given my breath
To the whispers of which
I will never admit what was said
My vision is clearer but mirrors are bent
The closer they step
Then the weirder I get
They're scared I reflect
What is failing in them
Severely depressed
Sincerely I'm sharing my feelings
And shedding a tear for the dead
I'm dancing with danger
And dealing with the dread
I dare you to doubt me
My dearest of friends
It's really unhealthy
When zero percent of your heroes
Are here in the end
You're hearing me shouting
Oh where have you been
I'm merely accounting for years of suspense
And the handful of hours
I spent with the scarecrow
Comparing our damage
Preparing for when
I let panic commence
I stare the ceiling
Still reeling and bouncing
And tearing the hair from my head
Hand me pen and a fountain of ink
I'll dip in the well
Then fell in a pit
In the cellar of hell where I sit
In a sweltering cell
I'm a shell of a man
With Skelton grin
Cruella Deville
With the pelts and the skins
Of the wealthy
How selfishly seldom they give
And their heads on the wall
Of the house where I live
Still plucking heart strings like a cellist
Spin like propellers
Keep telling these fellas
My melody sings

Let the horns blow
Let the world know

Let the horns blow
Let the world know

Some days I've got a heart
That's too heavy to lift
My sentiments like sediment
Cemented in brick
The heft of which is evident
When getting a grip
I sink into my bed
And let the medicine drip
They said I had a sickness
That could never be fixed
I question in reflection
Did I ever exist
Or am I just a memory
Forgetting it's Id
But whoever I am
Whatever I did
Let the record reflect
If they repent I'll forgive
But everybody got defenses
When they reckon with sin
And then they get pretending
Like it ain't what it is
And when I get sequestered
To the endless abyss
I'll be serving out my sentence in forever
Like this better be quick
I'm holding it together
By the thread of a string
My head is like the weather
You can never predict
When the temperature dips
I need professional help
Just to get out the wind
My exit is an exodus
In essence I've flipped
Like a lever or switch
My pencils like a pendulum
And spectrums can swing
From the end to the center
And from center to fringe
I was a sensitive kid
That wasn't meant to be so menacing
But everything eventually shifts
Boys will be boys becoming men that pricks
That are overly aggressive when they're throwing a fit
I'm emotional drained
From behind broken within
And I'm going insane
From the loneliness
When no one admits it
Your only friend's a therapist
You go to a shrink
So you can grow and begin
To learn open a bit
And get some closure
When you're older
And coping from the copious kicks
I missed my boat so I float sober
Through an opium den
With the stroke of a pen
I wrote vocals and composed an opus
Poking a hole in the ship
I was hoping for some ownership
Because you're culpable
For most of the shit that I go through
But you won't eat the crow
Even though you broke its wings
So I'm disowning you bitch
Let the horns blow

Let the horns blow let the world know

Let the horns blow let the world know

There's a foreboding
Storm growing
On shore
Unsure of it's from the horns blowing for war
Showing its sword
Holding it
Slowly it morphs
To something else entirely