The Fool Lyrics

My head's underwater

Hand is breaking surface tension

Pull me up please if anyone will ever listen

I'm dissatisfied, will I ever not be?

Is it against God's will for man to be happy

Am I a fool to think I have a shot at all?

I forget with a little bit of alcohol

The human condition is a terminal one

Pessimistic disposition, though I've already won

I'm healthy but always hungry for more,

A roof over my head and a locked front door

Chasm grabbed him, trapped, undertow

Phantom whose grasp is ice cold

A jester, fool, rodeo clown, circus,

Wordsmith making shit up, absurdness,

Is there a reason for connectivity?

Or do we die to find absolutely nothing

Head underwater and my arm is getting tired

Won't you save our ship? I can't afford to expire

A true dog returns to wallow in the mire

Suddenly underneath me there is a fire

Think yourself out of the abyss

So many opportunities you'd be remiss to miss

And so you dip that quill into the inkwell and get back to work

You're the key to your own cell.