Against the Grain
by Jesus Wept· from Show's Over
Well I'm standing on my last leg. Dejected world heed what I say. Caught up in lies and material gain. In given time the pleasure turns to pain. Won't crawl on all fours for you. I admit I've made some mistakes. Won't believe your truth is lie. Determination: a creed to live by. Against the grain I try. Again I believe the lies. I won't cave to condescending ways. The sands of time is more than I can take. The war I wage within myself. I must find a way. To take control. Vow to never fall again. But I'm holding, holding on to pain. Although I know it's all mundane. The creeper I must sow, protecting. Can't stand it for another day. I know it's all illusion. Against the grain.