Working Nights(at the CMS)

Working nights(at the CMS)

Dry air

Drifting mind

Heavy Eyes

Lights unkind

Background music

Tired souls

Lack of Work

Boredom rules

Cold room

Clock runs slow

Fluorescent lights

We should go

Half blank paper

Cold hard table

We would leave

But we're not able

Truth

Truth

They say the truth shall set you free

and why not, the truth shall be what it be

but then again as long as you feel within

that you are with out sin

that truth that you feel

that truth that you know to be true

the one deep inside of you

that truth

not the one you claim is not false

not the one that memory recalls

and plays out your mouth

like a pre-recorded sound-byte

or turning on and off the light

the one that stops you

makes you hesitate

makes you question about your fate

makes you re-evaluate

and exfoliate

the lies from your life

like the dead skin off your face

to face the world, to face your life

to face... the TRUTH.