John Bellows - Make Believe

Tick tock
Grandfather clock
Big hands on his face are winding
And I'm hiding in a place where nobody can find me
Oh my god
Oh my god
Sit still
He's here
Dad's mad and Mom is crying
He's a stubborn old man but she knows that he's trying
Oh my god
Oh my god
These scenes
Between
Four walls ever expanding out
Your fingernails pinch at the needle in your pocket
Still ill
Conceived
You scratch and bleed in your make believe
As if the light of your life had come out of it's closet
It sounds
It screams
Devours your dreams so violent
And then planting it's kiss onto the pillow you lie on
Oh my god
Oh my god
Distilled
In white
A transparent garment's binding you
All of the celibate elders never cease to remind you
Their beading eyes
Insatiated for a piece of mind
And they'd whore their whole life away just to hound you
Message loud and clear and floating around from ear to ear
And as the sidewalk pulls away they pass you by
And you're screaming
Oh my god
Oh my god
You bite your tongue for the sake of being reminded
That they convinced us into thinking that the battle was lost
That our best interest was to all play dumb
And we did
And I felt
You fall
When you were in such a state you couldn't feel at all
Held hostage by the silent majority around you
We were left
Behind
By the great big minds that think alike
And now we count our blessings in the loneliest of numbers
Retrieved
Revived
Then
Revealed in all its splendor
And then shot down dead with both its arms held up in surrender
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god
Oh my god

Written by:
John Wheatley

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