Cannibals

Steady as stone, he sits alone, its his urge to sit still
A little time, steady straight line, he'll have nothing he wished for
In awe of the lines he sought, they always fell to late
He's the average within the medium and it drowns him everyday

Where, from here, does he go?
Scared to roam from this hole
Where, from here, does he go?
A coward, a cur and he knows 

What does it matter now, in the waking, of this plague
No effort of his, would bring any good, keep fading into life
Screams he ignores, the blood at his doors, how can he keep hidden
Overriding guilt, selfish remedy, this could be what he needs

Where, from here, does he go?
Scared to roam from this hole
Where, from here, does he go?
A coward, a cur and he knows 

Extend your hand help, her here
No more hiding, no more fear
Extend your hand help, her here
No more hiding, no more fear

Oh we've begun
What could be your end
So don't you run
No more lies, to hide, behind, its time, 
To show, yours guts, to write, your line 

Dylan Jackson