Travail - 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