kill switch answerman and me
Life falls silent but it falls hard.
Existence is just one big exercise yard.
You want to go but it’s hard to know
The path that takes you where you want to go.
You always leave footprints in the snow
For the cake to follow with one more candle to blow.
We’re so busy pulling on support hose
Can’t see answers in front of our nose.
Answers seem to just sit and stare.
We must have gotten someone else’s questionnaire.
Mr. Answerman won’t you throw me a bone.
The lights may be out but there is someone at home.
Protection is by discretion of armed prison guards.
We move in a movie made by Jean-Luc Godard.
Judged by twelve and carried by six.
Couldn’t you please say who put in the kill switch?
Some answers are “No”; some are “Yes”.
Most times there ain’t no way to guess.
You try forwards; you try reverse.
You try to understand the nature of the curse.
You try to rest and then you try your best
But none of the answers ever make any sense.
Mr. Answerman won’t you throw me a bone.
The lights may be out but there is someone at home.
The path is endless that we travel alone
Looking for a house called home sweet home.
Perfumed air floods through its gates.
A perfect seduction sits around and waits.
Your arms are open and you don’t hesitate.
There had to be a moment when you’d get your break.
Arms embrace your future and your past.
They embrace so hard that your present lasts.
Fear melts away as does the horror.
The Answerman is sleeping in the corner.
Mr. Answerman won’t you throw me a bone.
The lights may be out but there is someone at home.
Kill switch, Answerman and me,
I’d tell you a lie if I told you we are three.