Crutches

I own everything I have, I own nothing
Reach out for anything at all, I'm still sinking

Inside, this cancer grows, this crippling doubt is eating me
A good man, it's getting hard, it's getting hard for me to be
To what end I struggle on, believing one day to be free
I can't cope, I'm losing hope, the rope I bind is choking me

Desire the carrot leads me on - I'm so hungry
A snake devouring its tail, in the dead sea

Lonely, I feel the ache, I long for something to believe
I move on, still every step that turns me to the paths I've been
And what choice have I to shape the constellations of the scene
It's all done, the story's told, the fates are sealed and are received
Come feel me I'm so empty inside my sadness and madness reside

Look at yourself, if I didn't know I'd call a priest
Someone to bless and to relieve this part of me
Wake up from your sleep, wake from your slumber
There is no escape, nowhere left to hide
Who are you to blame, this is your harvest
Can you face your fate, face the silent mirror

In your eyes, you can see no meaning
And the glass offers no reflection
And your hand can discern no features
Is this you?

Dial the phone, watch the television
Drive the car, turn the knob and open
Check your badge, and your necktie tightly
Are you free?

Raise the latch, down the hatch, escaping
Far away, are you fleeing or chasing
Just the pain - is this numb or feeling?
I can't recall

You read and you eat, it's something to do
An action to own, that you can sit through
You cling to the wire, there's no place to fall
A boy looking down, from me out the hole
The fire in your throat, the pain your head
The first thing that's born it wants to be dead
And so down the hatch, the captains are laying
So who's at the helm - and does he believe I want to fly
Oh what will we do - oh what can I do?
If I didn't know, I'd try to fly

When you zero out the commandments solely
Will you remember my name?
Will you take me down, take me down, take me down
Like a poster from your board that you hang up with tape?
Hanging crutches from the trophy case
Oh Jesus get me out of this place!
Damn washcloth, soothing linen face
Feel the warm embrace

And I ask your name - and you tell me my own
So I ask again and you say it:
Crutches, crutches, crutches, crutches