Cubically Contained

Headstones

good for me, for a time


all hell's cubically contained


starched and bottled


pressed and altered


and ready for the rings


the first tiny little shadows of my creepy little thoughts


and have it all that matters


and i lose by default


and i'll never promise anything again


i never promise anything again


i never promise anything again


i set a dozen 12-step traps


they slip by everyone


i never catch the little bastards


i really do wish that they'd own up


those paranoid little fuckers


take their paranoid little time


and when the moon rolls in


they're like a bank-robbin'


and i'm a hostage who will drive


and i never promise anything again


i never promise anything again


i never promise never promise never promise


anything again anything again


never promise never promise


anything again anything again


never promise anything again


now i can only do so much


and i will never deviate


i hear myself take a deep breath


and think i musta wanted it this way


i remember all those little traps


i could not keep them in place


and whenever stationed anywhere


they were terrorized and maimed


so tonight i set a vigil and my shadow's all that's cast


and the iron that's encased it


is doing all that one could ask


and i never promise anything again


i never promise anything again


i never promise anything again anything again


never promise anything again


never promise anything again anything again


never promise anything again