Trouble Son

Running from the horror,

Running from the trouble,

Running from the demons,

They're so fast.

We're promised no tomorrow,

Our lives are just a borrow

Of wasted time!

So whatever that you're thinking,

I want to hear you scream it!

I want to scream the troubles all away.

So buy me my straight jacket, my free ticket of of this planet

And lock me away.

I'm feeling really tired,

My demons drug me down,

I'll kiss away all my hateful wounds.

We'll get up in the morning,

Slaughter all of them without the warning,

We're killing all the poisonous decay. There's something really wrong here, so prepare the padded walls,

I think I'm going on inane.

So buy me my straight jacket, my free ticket of of this planet

And lock me away.

"Trouble Son"

Lyrics written May 5, 2021