Whine #1

[Instrumental Intro] Self change is a hard beast to beat Im not sure if I have the skill I cry in the shower late in the hours While my nightmares begin to feast Why try therapy or cope with some dope When end is on approach Ive lost my power, can only cower I choke on remains of my hope [Chorus] Maybe take glee at my misery Perhaps take something to learn The hour is late, run, do not stay It's the day of smoke and the churn [Short musical riff] [Verse] I gather word hers, pen to the page As a way of saying I'm here They will mean nothing, scribbling of rage When my things they have to clear Look at the baubles you have in life They will mean little to them Those that come aftet death's great disaster While waiting their turn to be hemmed in [Chorus] Maybe take glee at my misery Perhaps take something to learn The hour is late, run, do not stay It's the day of smoke and the churn [Short musical riff] [Verse] As a kid, I longed to explore See what could be in store But over mountains or deep forest dark Twas not much different than before The best lessons are hard My history in scars not in stars And I see approach of the barge What a relief it will be [Chorus] Maybe take glee at my misery Perhaps take something to learn The hour is late, run, do not stay It's the day of smoke and the churn [Chorus] Maybe take glee at my misery Perhaps take something to learn The hour is late, run, do not stay It's the day of smoke and the churn [Musical Outro] [Fin]