A Career on the Other Side

Listen as they clue you in on the last resort you should have never got
The place behind your ears that you forgot to wash
After all, where else would the clue be except on that coin
To suffice all the items that are on your bucket list
To claim the calamity in the clouds that whirlwinds the way
Topside you see the cataclysm but under here you see naught
Caught up in the cordless endeavors of adulthood
Even before that a boyhood fantasy of conquering it all
Slaying the beasts and feeding the birds on the lake
Tranquility after brutality while the butterfly does what it can
As blood spills and laughter mixes and marriages end and then begin
New ages after each birthday where hapless wishes are not answered
But completely backsliding the backhanded ways of thieves
Liars and dice swindlers on the wheels of morality that spin out of control
Take the patience out of the patient and make them quake and fear
Quivering beneath the unwelcome hands of the clock face
Fearing the reaper in the back of the house
Underneath the guise of shadow puppets that harmless wear friendly faces
While they slink out from beneath the frame of the bed
Listening to the clues of the last resort that they never should have had