crippled cross stinking of houndstooth patterns rich in speckled christmas worn apparel I walk the streets chilled coughing up my weak heart catching my breath barely making it up stairs to fight for space upon the L at night headed to the ale house to drown myself in beer and shots longing for a chance to talk to an audience about the joy of living lies in thoughts another day in paradise I'm lost again bearing and carrying my crippled cross madness grows inside me with clown torn tears hanging from a gate too cold to live and die with fear my leg ripped and twisted with a late night urge to find a way inside myself donning a mask of fate on a tightrope just barely crossing the abyss tearing and taunting my heart for a chance to rip it out showing the world once again that it beats for me without a doubt about love and beauty much too deep to see