Luckily in Dignity

Uncovering covers, covering the covers over your eyes
 Pulling back the blinds to see that you are blind to the
 Maneuvers taking place, left, right, left, left, right, never following
 Translation of blood run cold
 The knife just pulled from his heart
 Slightly twisting a bit
 And turning to keep the pain repeating
 Just a few more times
 Patiently the wait goes on for quick recovery
 But no one's listening, no one's listening to me
 Just an opinion
 Don't scratch that itch to make it bleed again
 Just let it waste away to pictures
 In a box behind the teddy bear you had in third grade
 And the books you--never--read
 Its time consumed
 By emotion illusory with no grasp on reality
 But then what is
 Real enough to touch with your open hand
 Reach out for something
 The sights and sounds to occupy
 That time, better spent, in dependence
 History repeats itself and
 There's no need to set a standard
 It's spoken in every letter and together they make words
 The fact behind the man is a comparison between
 Someone listening and no one listening to me.
 The currency of you and me
 Is luckily in dignity
 The trouble you see
 Dishonesty that he has
 Truthfully been miserably
 A travesty to you and me
 But luckily in dignity
 A tragedy not come between
 Our fantasy turned reality
 It's luckily in dignity, oh no