Tootles´ bitter limbo

Tootles
down the road with the legs that beg to walk all over tomorrow
The sprinkle of ambition that make the awkward swing along the way
Hands embrace your life, the one you try to create and fly with
Tootles, but why do you put your hate out to dry

Why don´t you find it in your heart instead
heaven forbid you´d ever lift the lid on your feelings
heaven a far cry as you label it a myth
A painting on the church ceiling

tootles where´s the fantastic bazooka of all your rage
Let it out of it´s cage and rhetoric saliva across the table
hate in rage ablaze with the lost boy outside the hospital
Alone and frightened, death not a very good uncle

Tootles how hard is that denial you whip yourself silly with
What part of you still insists you are worthless
Sons of confusion, sun light the middle way
What´s in the middle of you? where is your humility?

Tootles hard done by winter a strange revenge
Your enemy faceless, camped up in your heart
As you scream out at the world with half your breath
and deny the suffering sending your painful rhetoric with the other half

Tootles the two dead ducks knew no better
neither did we, up our eyes go
Just lost souls shaking at the storm this Earth ever is
Shaking at your judgements tootles but you didn´t get it either
Hell´s on Earth you claim hiding that fever

Your dogma is dog eat dog but your bites are well infected as if fresh
Those injuries are as old as your facial flesh
There´s a good few holes in your arguement
insist on those lies that are so soundbite
until your eyes no longer hold the light