Haven’t really done much lyrics writing but every once in a while I get inspired. After re-watching a movie about Ian Curtiss and Joy Division I was forced to revisit my dark NYC street days when everything I wrote was as evocative and nihilistic as Ian’s lyrics. Hope I only stay here for this one attempt at a song……

 
Get Out

 
Routine climbs my stairs
Behind it comes my fears
Laughing and dressed in gray
As my sanity slips away
When opportunity finally knocked
The cellar door was locked
Basement full of drought and doubt
I can’t get out

 
I can’t get out
I can’t get out
I built this cage
To run about
I built this cage
And locked it tight
Now stuck inside
Through light of night
I can’t get out

Ambition turned and ran away
The sun refused to wake the day
Wish this dreary world was not my home
And reality would get me stoned
Reluctantly the dark room dweller
Cries from the dank and unlit cellar
Inside my head I scream and shout
I can’t get out

 
I can’t get out
I can’t get out
No where to hide
I’m trapped inside
Inside my brain
A world insane
Trapped in a hole
So deep and cold
I can’t get out

 
Reaping now the pains I sowed
Paying back the debts I owe
I planted seeds of ice arcane
Chained to a wall of life mundane
In a house of seven gable
I’m the Cain that murdered Abel
Just waiting to perish in my hideout
I can’t get out

 
Earth of bed
Rotting sprout
Stone of name
I can’t get out
I’m neglected
Dejected and rejected
Brutal thoughts
I am subjected
To thrash and squirm about
No pride I cried
I wanna die
I’m burnt inside
Knife at my side
Suicide
I can’t get out I can’t get out