The Staleness

words & music by Brian E. Langston

I know it's all the rage
to close in upon yourself
like an urchin at the water's edge
tossed and left for dead
so you've taken every venture
to seal yourself inside
of your meaningless ways
and your meaningless days

no windows left to open
no doors to hide behind
no fresh air to displace
the staleness in your mind
no new sounds for music
no clocks to count the time
of your meaningless ways
and your meaningless days

to build a pathway down to hell
it isn't hard to start
just lay it brick by bloody brick
until there's a wall around your heart
until you've excised every last piece
of your fragmented human soul
just lay it brick by bloody brick
you haven't far to go

no spying eyes to profit
from each of your mistakes
no sunlight left to break through
to shine upon your fate
no new love to speak of
and only yourself to hate
for your meaningless ways
and your meaningless days

to build a pathway down to hell
it isn't hard to start
just lay it brick by bloody brick
until there's a wall around your heart
until you've excised every last piece
of your fragmented human soul
just lay it brick by bloody brick
you haven't far to go