Does it make you feel any better, being like all other hammers, distinguished with nothing special? I hate all the lies we swallow, I don’t trust the leaders we follow, in the mire we wallow. I feed my rage and distrust
I am a man now on a stepping stone, breathing deeper, trying to live on my own. On my stepping stone, my weakness is my strength, my virtues neutralize the poisons in my head. I was standing in the corner with my eyes shut in fear, there was darkness all around me I had spiders in my ears. It was that way not because there was nobody to rely on, there was evil fascination in me I could not defy.
Is it hell or heaven if I touch you with a hand or a hammer on my way to something better. Tell me, who do you trust?
Is it hell or heaven if I touch you with a hand or a hammer, if you feel my ‘now or never’. Tell me, who do you trust?
Now I’m trying to make up for the time that I had lost when I was feeding my projections with my rage and distrust. And I’ll be on my way if you need me, I’ll be on my stepping stone and if I touched you with a hand or a hammer touch me the same way so!!!
Does it make you feel any better if you stay tough like a hammer? Make a change now or never. Tell me who do you trust.
I’ve been a man who dared not see if I tilted at windmills or they tilted at me. I’ve been a man on a stepping stone as long as my fool’s paradise was gone!
Can you believe in heaven? Are you still tough like a hammer? Does it make you feel any better?
Ignorance is your heaven and you stick there dumb like a hammer. Make your changes now or never.
