Hear Me/Delirious

I listen as the way they talk they walk they mock me

like strange creatures the feature movie at the multiplex

what's next? freak show, oh I'll go

I know I'm inside where they watch as I hide the

tide that swells within myself my health wealth

and wonder where the world has gone...

am I wrong? has my song gone long ago into this oblivion

that's living and saving the crown from going down beneath

her feet? oh it's sweet to learn, to burn

lessons of death and pain and it's ok, he was never really sane anyway

he stole my brain and ate it hoping to gain

experience

now they just call me delirious, inferior to the

masses, are they fascist or just plain old mean?

cause I've seen evil eyes the lies that reside there

in the mirror, maybe I dreamt it was not this way

but hey, it's ok, there's a boat, she'll float and

tote her luggage, her friends, we've been here and

we find the wreckage appealing, kneeling grace

before faces and face up to the storm

I'm warm and rain is red lightning

it's frightening it's sighting me and I am

not easy, or free.

so fight them you martyr you dreamer you cynical

bastard - you've mastered the brush and the

paint, you're a saint, and me - I stare freely

at genius, the brilliance and greatness that

makes us what we are and more, I adore you

but don't want you or love to be with you

these gloves don't protect me from the cold, I'm

so old and so scared of the way you touch my hair

cause it won't pay my bills, and still, I want to

continue and win you and be amazing, phrasing

these words under my breath, my death, my life,

all strife, and I think I found my way, you say,

and I look, just look, like a book or art, you're so goddamn smart

You're like movies or t.v. but do you see me?

I wonder frequently if I'm secretly alien

my skin is not like yours or hers and I

abhor the scoring they use to make me worthy

of sin I begin like criminal foreign stranger

plainer than my dreams or yours which are vivid

he's so livid when he kisses

or misses my tongue and grabs onto the young

instead to corrupt or give up and I'm not your

virgin your sad little urchin, your simple sacrifice

I'm not nice, I'm not safe, I'm your life, not your waif

and my god is my poetry, do you know me?

have you met me or seen me, do you demean me

or fear me

- god, do you hear me?

cause I'm here and I'm quiet and silent

in apprehension, the tension, the tension, the

tensing of your limbs underneath my limbs

he shall return to the beginning and end this

work this song this difficult prose

cause who knows? maybe I'm crazy,

that doesn't faze me, just makes me see

so dis me and kiss me and try to dismiss me

and if you must fear me, then honestly

fear me

but have you met me or seen me, do you demean me

cause you fear me

- god, do you hear me?

do you hear me?