Selfbrush

please let the credits roll
I’ve already seen enough
do anything but let it produce joy
do care, don’t care at all
destruction never approach
with weapon in hand
it comes slightely on the tiptoe
makin’ you see good in bad

again and again
we let go
and we’ve desparetly tyin’
to grasp and hold on
not for better but for worst
we’re workin’ our asses off

please let the credits roll
I’ve already seen too much
hope I’ll figure once who’s behind this all
whom I fight
who holds the reins I’m steered on

again and again
back and forth
from side to side, far away and yet close
somehow we’re graspin’ for beyond