And So I Was Thinking lyrics

What does all of this mean

Because I cannot feel a thing

Just when I think it`s okay

You throw a wrench in my machine

It`s as if I have a lamp

And all the bulbs are burnt out

I try to find a few more

But you got `em all behind locked doors

There`s a dead cat in the box

On the ground beside me

Is this a metaphor of my flesh

In this house if ill repute

Or is it just a dead cat in a box

On the ground beside me

With no meaning at all

In a world that has no meaning

Durer and Schagall don`t give no altar call

So why you setting me up

So I can take a fall like the A-Team

And B.A. Baracuss

Who likes to cause a ruckus

Just like me and my boys in Travail

You know we`re on a war path

We`ll drown you in a blood bath

And you know we`ll grip you fast

Some of you will hate me because of this poem

Even though my struggles you just don`t know `em

Your judgementalism tilling me who I am

I`m sorry my friend I`m only just a man

I could be fake and force you through a door

I could be face and be a corporate whore

Or I could be real and make you think twice about

What it means to follow Jesus Christ

I`m still trying to figure you out

Sometimes you don`t carry a lot of clout

But then you show me your true self

And see how pitiful I am
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