bad religion
struck a nerve
there's an old man on a city bus holding a candy cane and it is'nt even christmas he see's a note in the obituary that his last friend has died there's an inflant clinging to his overweight mother in the cold as they go to shop for cigarettes as the spends her last dollar on a bottle of vodka for tonight and i guess it struck a nerve like i had to squint my eyes you can never get out of the line of sight like a barren winter day or a patch of unburned green like a tragic real dream i guess it struck a nerve every day i wander in negative disposition as i'm bombarded by superlatives realizing very well that i am not alone introverted i look to tomorrow for salvation but i'm thinking altruistcally and a wave of overwhelming doubt turns me to stone and i guess it struck a nerve send a murmor thought my heart we just haven't got time to crack the maze like a magic speeding clock or a cancer in our cells a collision in the dark i guess it strunk a nerve i try to close my eyes but i cannot ignore the stimuli if theres a purpose for us all it remains a secret to me don't ask me to justify my life