John T. Wurzer - Second Language

Sometimes I sit and imagine that I don't speak the language
And that I'm an alien lost on the earth
The perpetual motion of society scampers in constant confusion
Never considering what it's all worth
And I fade into kaleidoscope colors and noisy amusement
Where nobody listens when somebody screams
The atmosphere stutters and stammers
Like a comedian standing there shoving a sword through his dreams

I've been wined up and dined up and flattered with praises
Obscenely expressed and all dressed up in comic book lies
You've been splattered with shattered conclusions
While you've been wearing your heart and illusions right there on your thighs
It's a cyberspace song of tomorrow
Drowning in sorrow on a valentine's day in the dark
There's no fire in the soul of this city
Ain't it a pity, no flint; and no match and no spark

Put a fresh coat of wax on my raincoat
So the tears will slide off of the lifeboat whenever they're cried
Take my Halloween mask from the closet
Safety deposit box and paint it fresh on my face full of pride
I have no more axes to grind here
Each one you will find here, razor-sharp and poised for to swing
Yet I imagine that I don't speak the language
And that all these words, they don't mean anything

Sometimes I sit and imagine that I don't speak the language
And that I'm an alien lost on the earth

Written by:
John Wurzer

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