Looking Out

opening up the window, letting the world in feeling all the pain seeping in, someone somewhere is crying and it sounds a lot like rain falling, someone is calling theirs mother but she's not answering the phone, somethings wrong it's just too much misery to be a song we use to have so much soul, now we don't know who we are, we are like embryos in a jar experimentation's for the amusement of Doctor Frankenstein masterminds in a lab whipping up stuff like Betty Crocker and Duncan Hines coz, you know the Devils Smooth and slick always and forever up to tricks and treats so pathetic cookie cutter programs creating diabetics too much sugar in their systems trying to touch the hem to grow back loss limbs sitting on tree stumps drying to get over the hump too scared to press against the chest for fear of feeling a lump always on the edge while the man... jumps over losing a slice of bread and those who continue to survive have not been fed fed up breaking but waking from the shaking coz, we're just too close to the ground