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Thursday, October 9, 2014

Rough draft, excerpt 17: "Prisoner" lyrics




music and lyrics by Ryan Patrick
Copyright © 1999 Samsara Music
from their album Words That Rhyme With "Self"


I awoke
Weak and alone
That’s how I was when she found me
She said, “You are mine now
And from this moment on
You will never be free”

I came to
On the cold rocky shore
Of a dark and deep and misty sea
She nursed my wounds
She fed my wants
And warned me, “You belong to me”

Endless winter years I spent
Toiling for her heart’s content
Never had a breath to myself
Every day and every night
Labored for her heart’s delight
No hope of release before my death

I lost what’s me
Into all of what was her
Mired in the quicksand of her needs
I lost my hope
I lost my soul
And my heart, the feast upon which she feeds

Is there no hope of rescue at all
When can I regain myself
Trapped beneath the ground and behind a rock wall
Drained of physical and mental health

I can’t fight back
I’ve no weapons at all
There’s nothing I can say or do
I’m just a pawn
In her cruel, endless games
I’m just her tool; I’m just her fool

So don’t be weak
And don’t be too willing
Let me be a lesson to you
Let your heart soar
And let your heart sing
But always to thine self be true

I want my heart back from you
My lovely angel
Of death
We’re not what love’s supposed to do
It’s got its claws
Around my neck

I guess you know me all too well
But I’m changing now
Maybe I’ll have to be alone
I will not take that path to Hell
That you’ve chosen for me
You know I’d rather make my own





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