Illustrations

Well it's my illustrations that help us to learn And if that doesn't help we've got paper to burn As directions that lead us where we wanna be But I need some release so the pieces are free So we'll follow the leader and make as you will To create a believer instead of a pill And collapse in a landscape where sunshine remains That is slow on the uptake but loves a refrain A silhouette is hidden, all things forgiven Make me a living out of ashes and clay Say it's a mission, my own decision Sweet old derision that'll listen when the prison shelters the sky And I would trap myself in amber like you said I should I'm only wishing you would listen to the Noises around that're trying to speak While the headphones are blaring to songs on repeat So no matter how little attention you give They'll stroll to the sunset and learn how to live I wouldn't help you if I could I'm trapped to pieces, broken wood I wouldn't bother, oh that's another thing I wanted you to say before I heard the slam of the door.