Knocks on the Walls

Sometimes I feel out of order
Shut blinds, mind slacking and all
Sometimes I stay at the tall end
Flying high into a spiral of sorts

Forming the Ghost
Of my own thoughts
Same tale of old
Knocks on the walls

If I lack the brain and the courage
Why try to find me a heart
If I'm the cause of tears every winter
Why would I stop

Now that all is on broken bones
Upright standing on shaking reality

Useless reality

Sometimes I feel at a corner
Sharp knife, flesh cutting and all
Sometimes I'm fighting the courage
Ground down into a powder of sorts

Forming the Ghost
Of my own thoughts
Same tale of old
Knocks on the walls

If I lack the brain and the courage
Why try to find me a heart
If I'm the cause of tears every winter
Why would I stop

Now that's all distorted
Now see all through broken glass
This hazed calling of your dreams

Now that all is on broken bones
Upright standing on shaking reality
Now that all is at boiling point
I could sleep all day
Useless reality