something like an icepick
chipping at my spine
hammering at my loneliness
exploding in my mind
bravery and cowardice
within me are combined
they bind me unforgivably
and hold me here confined
reaching into emptiness
to tear away your shell
draw you toward my shallowness
invite you into hell
where you hear my engines screaming
see a smile as cold as ice
my purity hangs in the air
a mockery of Christ
I saunter like a statue
stumble like a saint
but to swagger like an angel
is a task for which I can't
determination bent like iron
in an attempt to overwhelm
this thing we call "the ship of fate"
with death upon the helm
something like an icepick
something razor sharp
sings death into the deafened ears
to others it's a harp
and nothing in the desert
nor rain on greenery
can make me soon forgive the past
or make us enemies
loosing sensitivity
forcing down a shiver
my sadness falling to the ground
my eyes quite crying rivers
ushering us to freedom
we're crawling from our shells
bidding us our travels fair
yet never wish us well
too soon the game is over
the gamut there is run
to step outside this emptiness
with God we become one
