Drenched in Comfort

Drenched in comfort, my download seemed complete.
My own non-stop presence killed my peace.
But still those two legs kept me walking until God gave me speed down the
stairs.
Like a scarecrow at this very last day at work.
Covered in shit, all humiliated.
Customized for the cheapest commercials.
A thousand Ave Maria’s can’t help me now.
Bathroom king is afraid to embrace the door.
In this comfort zone he manages nothing but hanging on to long dead fantasies.
Gravity keeps me down and suffering needs no face.
If you could wake up birds, they would fall dead to the ground.
Turning into a sculpture purified by vaseline!
Drenched in comfort, he waves farewell to his soul.
Darkness falls, as he cannot fix the light.
All doors are closed!
This hybrid king is lost in his own shell.
Flip a coin for my choice where to lay down and die.
Call me when I’m dead.
It’s ok.
I sleep easy…