I have said this thing so many times to you
a million times I have pretended to tell you the truth
I have tried to describe without telling a lie
I have painted a picture so now do you believe

you cannot understand but you dont realize it isnt right
you cannot see me so how can you find your way
its becoming so invisible and difficult to read
but you have to see that this is really what you need

if any of this seems at all familiar to you
you got the whole nine yards and all the back 40
when it comes time to stand up and repeat what you know
you will be frozen into a faint impression in the snow

you never know for sure if someone's following you

around
you quickly look but nothing seems to be amiss
then you try to walk in circles just to throw them off the

trail
but you can hear them laughing at your amateurishness

I am no longer a cartoon of who I used to be
I have become some kind of meaningless machine
there is no curse that is worse than no punishment at all
just the sound of my own senseless rambling in the hall