Sour-Sauce

As a lamb I come playing roles you desire done I am the timid one - scared as a beating drum set to any rhythm you shall strum locked inside your custom gun - a bullet fired at the painted sun until thunder breaks my run As a lamb I come Cut my fur and wear me like a sweater you have spun

Life is a rainbow, so choose a crayon Make something new, by the pencil lead pond Calm every wave, with your pastel wand Unshade every tree, to make true every frond Paint the sunlight, until morning birds spawn Shine your notebook to the light until you see through the pages and then go beyond There's a purple dragon, on the school yard ground watching over the merry-go-round Spinning and twirling, as it comes unwound Faster and faster, until it's loose from the mound There's a fire truck engine roaring clear through the night Chasing tiger stripe flames, in the pale moonlight Howling beneath stars, above a concrete path Accusing the drago

Reality is an empty cradle, with a child already grown Sat upon the carpet, to discover right from wrong Stairway through a closet, made of styrofoam Essence is an empty box, with the toys already gone A stranded jewel hangs above, looking down from space Fate is a darkened sky, with the stars all trapped in place The morning arises, like a path already chosen Fixtured up above, where everything is frozen What I'm trying to say is, I hate everyone Kill you with an axe, and rape your only son There is a moment, when you go into bloom And things once ignored, tear away your costume What I'm trying to say is, I never hurt anyone Damnation I o