Dial Down the Neon

Picture the contents of your swollen skull Splattered across your front door I know life only demeans, only degrades you Falling asleep only delays it for so long Then, there you are Back on shit street With a bag on your head And a gun in your hand Suffering in silence My burden Is I have failed to keep you down Look at you trying so hard to feel alive One door closes Given the fact you’re still here drawing breath Given the fact that each year gets harder you’re Hoping for truth, hoping for relevance Yellow and blue, the last time you fell you realized you’re home Bathed in neon Behind the eight ball again No one cares now I have failed to keep you down Look at you trying so hard to feel alive One more rejection And one by one your virtues slip away You feel cold and dejected but Nothing hurts you now Nothing makes you ashamed now One door opens