Lay Down Your Steel

I’ve got problems

And you’ll never see or care

I’m nothing more than what I wear

I don’t know what’s real

I’ve got options

But they’re never what they seem to be

When lost in thoughts inside of me

My mind makes them a meal

Can’t stop watching 

Why all the coughing

Say you’re meaning 

Lies are believed 

In between the mean and

The green feelings

The obscene freedoms 

Seething deep in our breeding 

Like weed in my jeans 

A totally different scene

Then one in the wealthy 

Where it’s healthy

Even positively Christly

So don’t look at me nicely

Then move to a place where

There’s not a soul like me

I’ve got problems

You hope to never see or care

Or they’ll seep in and mess up your hair

And your feel for what’s real

You’ve got options

And they’re not free, like it’s meant to be

And it’s not your fault that you’re not me

So go and eat your meal

Find out more and you’ll feel

Then your beliefs might break out their seal

Coz to know me is to start your own peel

And let the world see what you really feel

And who you really be when you lay down your steel