Each one an escape out of this cold world to one more warm.
A room got closer last night, while outside there was a storm.
We laughed at a grown man-child who was unable to conform.
(The child doesn't hear so the child isn't here
The crowd doesn't know so they only cheer)
Lighting bolts across the face, changed since you where born
Meaning i have to step my game up trying hard before dawn.
Look behind i've left a trail, impressed all my women scorned
it's how you remember me, my movements will forever be- burned
That in order to go the right way i need to lose pride and turn
my mind's sharper than a nineteen fifties middle america lawn