Stuck in the Skull
First entry of the date
February fifteen
Barring unpaid bills displayed on the door
The fridge has been obsolete for weeks
Two took my shortcut through the switch yard last night
Neither made it past the T
They didn't make the fence so they fed the rats
And I'm surprised it wasn't me
No opportunity, the outside world is an empty space
And when I try to fight I always find I'm put back in my place
Fourth entry of the week a grim repeat
Continuation of a eulogy
Belly full of bock, fit to embalm, don't wanna talk
Or leave this head, let alone this house
No opportunity, the outside world is an empty space
And when I try to fight I always find I'm put back in my place
Cause past the lunacy there's bravery
At least I think a bit
It all this shit is such a comedy, let me in on the skit
Stuck in the skull
Final entry
February fifteen
Stuck in the skull
Stir crazy in a daze
Home to wake from a dream
Stuck in the skull
Writer/s: A Global Threat
