Analysis of Outward

Exhale and I exhale because this is no game of chance
Exhale and I inhale to take another chance at it
take another stab at it
fake another jab at it
scream for all of us walking backwards
do you have eyes on the back of your head?
do you drive your heart until it's dead?
do you count each step?
Tension building
exploding all over my pants
exploding all over the red, white, and blue
exploding all over me and you
taking and faking and shaking all of you off
taking and shaking them off of you
emotion buit up and spinning like that wanna be tornado
visiting your house
my house
our house
a mirror of you
don't crack
don't take this back
I've seen a yellow bird chirping chirping
chirping chirping chirping
we are all chirping we are all living
we are all living
we are all livid and vivid
in a hollow shell on hallowed ground
ground that burnt my feet
ground was why my heart skipped
ground was why I placed my life in your hand
withering hands caressed me
holding me up to a flame
let's drive the fucking nail right through our delusion
let's drive the fucking nail right into our fatasy
let's drive baby drive baby drive back through Alaska
I've seen you all walk and implode right before my eyes
tired eyes but fog gives me better vision
pointless meaningless
less less
give me more give me much more less of what I don't have
love you and you and all of me wrapped up in you
love is the word, is the safe guard, is the reason
love is the pillow you land on
love is the cloud you came down from
emotion explosion
don't take your time
don't waste our time
our time is nothing to waste
our time is a waste in itself
our life is traced back to one book
one book that was never read and will never be read
I wrote that book my friend
I'm writing that book right now
I'm writing that book every day
all day and night
come sun, rain, snow, butter flies, pickles, and butter scotch, better scotch
I'm clear now and you are all more clear now
I can talk about the wall street game
or I can tell you about the who's marring who(m)
or I can school you in a game of chess
or I can cook you a big bowl of corn beef and hash
but the simple truth is that we all walk on thin wires
we hold someone elses head up high
we all love from a pedistal and drop glitter on our heros
they spend a life time trying to get those little pieces
those tiny little pieces
those very tiny almost invisible little pieces
of glitter out of their hair
their cloths
their face
shirt
pants
chest hair
feet
arms
beard
penis
vagina
ass holes
and nostrils