The Healer

You see the masquerade has ceased but yet the party's just begun
We are the ones to celebrate that face
To face with self and make it fun
The pain's a fact of earthly ways

Won't let another mask distract me from my new birthdays
'Cause I continue growth like hair and nails
Not afraid to fail but I will not give in
Keep on living life like presents opened in the morning on Christmas
As a ten year old I witnessed my two by two cell
Created by me and my mind, now I'm out of hell
On the field of gold can you feel my
Soul inside this song like a horcrux

I go nuts, but goosebumps on my skin
When I go in and bend space time again

Come along my friends, I'm going on and on 'til the end

Sweet, sweet pain
Swimming 'round my brain
When there's nothing left to gain
And everything stays the same
Pain means change
Swimming 'round my brain
When there's nothing left to gain
And everything stays the same

Sometimes pain is my healer
I watch the free reign on my will like a dealer on the corner
Trying to sell me comfort from my own feelings

The thing that makes me human

I'm fuming out the ears with fumigation for the earthlings

My passion is the birthing
Uncursing those nursing from the bosom of the devil
An outlaw on the threshold of mesmerizing
All who take a gander of a gypsy
Just look my way and I got you
I plot to get busy with many more minds than a million
I'm building up to the ceiling

See yellow, my fellows
Just jump right in, this slump might be the petrol
To bend you back to shape and get you
Peeling back layers of the retro you
The old you is now dying
Welcome to the strange land of pain
Where man must change to make way for the next lane
Speed away on the highway
Byways, it's a fine day to change

Sweet, sweet pain
Swimming 'round my brain
When there's nothing left to gain
And everything stays the same

Easily I approach the deck singing a song of peace
Living with no regrets
A captain of the ship that's labeled by the flag I'm flying

Straight to God, no denying I'm an odd and
Defiant yet polite male client of the fog banks

Drifting in from state to state and beyond
My great grandfather's make my hollers heard in the heavens
When I pollinate and politic
I'm a finer breed
Must give myself a pat on the back sometimes to
Offset the beatdowns that I serve myself so often
An addict, I claim it
But I do not let it dominate my state
Of mind with hatred for my shortcomings
'Cause I'm a tall order, fall short of perfect like I should

Sweet, sweet pain
Swimming 'round my brain
When there's nothing left to gain
And everything stays the same