Unbound I was Carted through the station In a heavy metal crate I was created the voices feeling distant yet still floating in through The bars of my cage, inhuman...still I know. I couldn't feel the change as my emotions flattened down Under the soles of my feet, on the cold cement ground They faded still- sometimes though they remain Like savages beating an old deerskin drum Like those pure worthy nuns screaming for sex and they run And in the distance you can still hear her hum... For my heart they carry themselves around a lot to wave away my sorrow, shall I tie a knot in my heart No human love, no careless bond...tied around my neck I am bound in a straight-jacket Chained to the walls and I want no human to come back My daughter leans on the bricks, smoking tobacco Dreaming of San Fransisco and Johnny in Chicago And lovers with love that lasts forever I loved a man in a white suite, he drowned himself in alcohol He had a goatee and his angry heart would have leapt Right out of his chest into my palms he wore rage on his sleeve And anger was his plot, he swept around my cot I remember a boy, in yellow overalls Who drank whiskey and dreamed Of video games and shopping malls We once shot bullets in the dark Then our knives went up through the walls and the ceiling And then sometimes we'd stab our hearts Stuck on a train Rambling on about my misdirection Pain, or sadness...nothing nothing With a baggage of thoughts heavy weights upon the soul But you'd spare it for God and your self-control! Or to talk to the angels you love, Who imagine you pretty And violently free Sending you flowers and misery from above a body stuck in one cell without a place to really dwell In the confines of misery Death row, a tragic history A witch in the dungeon Where theories find refuge In religion. Drowning under the sea Body scorched with devil's marks And who do you set before me? The woman who you called a whore. Before the line is their divide Before the mind, I criticized a mind for A psychology of nothing...thoughts regained their power Like the essence of flowers your pills taste like bitter candy Like sweet tarts and brandy And I dreamt about nuclear bombs When I rode through Mississipi I felt so non-committal To death and its glory Canned fish and open mouths Ready to bite the hook, humans so greedily Baited the fish, who were them but also me I do not need nothing but I bleed Until dry On and off and the devices they will rewind As I am defined Carrying my bones...no one who knows of my fright Lost zones and comfortable frowns Stuck on a train tonight Rambling on, no destination I carry myself free He is dying, then he is dying and I am alive immortally Everyone is gone...away far away Into the light of the new dawn I run But I keep rambling on I keep rambling on I keep on going with nothing in mind Until I settle over the sheet And barely can I greet The pessimistic frown And I am the solitary clown Scoffed at and bound And I am neither male nor female But insane, stripped of my world so probable So probable and sound.