Cubically Contained

good for me for a time

all hells cubically contained

staunched and bottled

pressed and altered

and at the ready for the reigns

the first tiny little shadows

of my creepy little thoughts

inhabit all that matters

and i lose by default

and i'll never promise anything again X 3

i've set a dozen 12 step traps

but they've slid by everyone

i never catch the little bastards

i really do with that they'd own up

those paranoid little fuckers

take their paranoid little time

and when the mood rolls in

they're bank robbin'

and i'm a hostage who will drive

and i'll never promise anything again X ?

now i can only do so much

and i will never deviate

i hear myself take a deep breath

and think i must have wanted it this way

i remember all those little traps

i could not keep them in place

they were never stationed anywhere

they were terrorized and maimed

so tonight i've set a vigil

and my shadows all that's cast

and the iron that's encased it

is doing all that one could ask

and i'll never promise anything again X 3