Shoot me questions, why don't you? there are seas I've crossed, I'm not the same; and years I've passed, and soured my name. watch my footsteps stain the sand, too far for the water's reach. your silence rings louder than your praise, shoot me questions, why don't you?
I've tipped the hour-glass, drunk from it and weaned myself from milk to rum; my head rotates even as the earth, see, I remain the son of the soiled. nature's drains are clogged, rotted by my sins ' shoot me questions, why don't you? like bullets or the rain.
Don't seek reasons, my past is sealed, I've no time to be poetically correct. see, I've lived what I've seen-- read my lines and then between, I'd rather be felt than seen. shoot me questions, why don't you? It's time I took a break, shattered, piecemealed, sealed.
