Taciturn & Morose

Oh shot down
Muzzle tote the undeclared
Sinking softly
Camouflage castaway

Sifting through a world on edge this boy he is broken down
An aching fever pitch relentlessly from deep within
Unsung go the songs of which we all used to know
All it takes to stitch him back together and realize

Its too dark, so cold
Devoid of clarity
Its too far, I’m long gone
I’ve lost all my direction

Hold a candle to
There’s nothing coming through

Its too dark, so cold
This hell is all I see
Lonely, I’m on my only, nothing is
Better, getting better down here

So time keeps on passing by
Through a barricade
Halted and pacified
Impotence portrayed
Oh

Oh somebody help me
Somebody help me

Oh dust off the fuckin’ table
Time to write another fable
‘Cause his story is going nowhere, fast
Oh dust off the table
This disease is fatal
A life like this won’t last

Oh shot down
Muzzle tote the undeclared
Sinking softly
Cobwebbed and led astray

Dwelling in the empty
The wandering eye filling the sky
Surrendering the fears to emotion
After such gatherings he would become
Taciturn and morose
Oooh

Oh no
This boy is too far gone
Too far gone
Too far gone oh no
(Ooh)

(This boy is too far gone)
Better not getting better can’t bear the weather inside of here
(Too far gone)
All those times I’ve tried to speak, I’ve only got shot down
I cannot cry more, I’ve run dry for one reason at all
Every time I try to run, I always seem to fall