Lyrics

Twisted Head
(Dan Mahoney)

When my twisted head get messed around....

I think of all the days that
I have wasted on time, hung
Up on your rhymes and
Your apostrophes.

I almost start believing what
you want me to see beneath
your weeping limestone and
chinoisery.

I almost start ingesting with
This brain that you feed I
Feel your manufacture of
reality.

I won't be impressed by
shining objects and the light re-
flected from the sun.
I will not be mesmerized by
fleeting blue horizons and
the prizes to be
won.

I nearly begin doubting all
the shouting I've done,
spitting my own fire at the
rising sun.

I nearly strike a balance be-
tween dark and the light,
thinking I am noble in my
frantic flight.

I crumple all the
pages of an
alternate me.
Between my greenstick
fractures and my
atrophy.

When my twisted head gets messed around....