A crawling crusader, caught up in the cornerstone of your thoughts
Ever second guessing, ever condescending, not attending to learn how to walk
Over analyze you criticize yourself when you speak, when you talk
How you supposed to drive straight when you start swerving caught up in a knot?
How you suppose to beat the dark jack when you cant even play the slots?
From the slums, from slumbers, out of bed, no longer dread
Oh wake up, wont you take up all your notes before you forget?
Get a paper, get a pen, let the ink sink in, while times ticking thin
Busy days, productive waves of info shake your mind within
Got a gambler gamer, hard to tamer schizoid, puzzled skull
Pondering probabilities, on your cards, dice, for all
Two against one by nature, eating at yourself with these doubts that cross
Over and under, the storm of thunder in your head, when you’re trying to see clear across
oh the plunder, oh the thunder in your head, hard to get a clear thing across
Theres an anchor on your schooner, and a hurricane on your shore
Your ship shall swim in circles, your at a war with your own ore
Yeah your going nowhere, when you walking through that door?
Staying in the storm, with a way out, oh what you looking for?