Line Starts Here Lyrics

Like freshly tilled red shale from jersey The mind splinters in the blades Medicinal communion daily Cod liver for the brain A dark mangled psyche Transfusions of advice The doctor is not in He¹s hiding from the Whine The telltale stretch marks on my eardrums A record of their tears A thousand violins are playing Who cares? Responsibility ignored for brief salvation Chained to the nursery, my open invitation