Absent Thoughts II

Sitting down in this room thinking bout my purpose

All this work got me confused as if I'm just a servant

When my orders get construed is it called a disservice

Or does my trial and error have my peers think I'm perfect

Vast amounts of growing pains kept my tools dull

Sharpening the iron of who you love clears a smog skull

Smoking mirrors and the ferris wheel make you feel full

The amusement dies when a nine turns a kid ghoul

Bells toll early for the ones with most potential

Cuz the brightest in the room was just god's residuals

So anytime we had find life unbearably miserable

We get touched in physical but feel it spiritual