Strain

Incomplete and left undone
 The chord fragmented left unsung
 City-born and city-bred
 I'll be lucky if I end up quick city dead
 The rats all mutter in the gutter
 In the sewer and the rush as they rat race home
 As a beast of burden I can carry my weight
 Maybe I try too hard
 Back in the woods on a wood-lot trail
 Working hard like an animal should be
 I write my songs in a backwoods bedroom
 I ignore the snore of the clockgear
 And I've been dead for the past six days
 That's more than Lazarus ever could claim
 Back from the dead now look at me
 I'm as strong as I ever thought I could be
 Some people are better off dead
 Some people shouldn't try so hard
 If they could then they would but they can't so they won't
 Send them back where they come from
 Send them back where they come from
 Don't let them step on what these others now could become
 No no no!
 Maybe it's the clock gear
 That keeps the blood going
 And here I thought it was my anger or my rage
 Or my father or my sex drive, something
 But maybe it's the fear of the gear and accompanying arm
 And the passage of time
 Age and life, vitality, strife
 Maybe it's the blood that keeps the heart pumping
 Some people can't be left behind
 Now that they've tried so hard
 Just cause they haven't doesn't mean that they won't
 So you know you can rest here
 So you know you can rest here
 Don't let them bring down the bird that you now have become
 No no no!
 So they think they can break you
 Maybe you believe that they can
 I know that they tried so fucking hard on me
 But I found the direction I was headed
 When I took a left turning at the wrong right turn
 Spent a year light-headed, now I'm better threaded
 Together we will overcome
 This isn't what you're here for
 You were meant to go somewhere
 Never what you were meant to do
 You never should have had to deal with all this
 This isn't what you're here for
 You were meant to go somewhere
 Never what you were meant to do
 You never should have had to deal with all this
 Strain
 Strain
 Strain
 Strain
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 Incomplete and left undone
 The chord fragmented but at least it's sung
 City-born and city-bred
 Looks like I'm dying that slow suburban death
 The rats all mutter in the gutter
 In the sewer and the rush as they rat race home
 As a beast of burden I can carry your weight
 Maybe I can help you
 Home
 I help you home
 I help you home