The Unliquid

The Unliquid


                 
I can t see rusty chains, baby
                 
I can t see, but I m slave 
                 
It s my soul-searching time, but I
                 
Stuck in a rut and feel low.

Step on it, dust from wheel shut in
My snows of yesteryear 
Here and now, seems so real, baby
Tear along the sunbeams.

                                                
Fast faster, it s too late back up, point of no return,
                                               
Horse-mill burn down with car exhaust
                                              
I m sorry, so sorry, disappointing you, yeah
                                              
My sweetheart monetary trap