I'll Get My Just Deserve - Touché Amoré

I picked up the pen and drew a blank

An image in my head and a heart that sank

With years in perspective to put them all on the line

Thoughts of moving forward with the fear of falling

Behind that wall that I’ve built so tall

But now I’m at the top

Searching for a pulse in this lifeless city is less a quest, it’s wishful

thinking

If you measured mine on an EKG

I’d resemble the skyline out by 7th street

I’m not as clever as my words but I’m as sly as a thief

I’m as open as a casket with my fears and my beliefs

It’s the sick leading the blind I bury truth and blame my pride

Now the blind as become sick with their eyes now open wide

I watched my skin walk out the door

I did not say goodbye