Chalk Dust Torture (Live) - 7/28/17 Chocolate

Come stumble my mirth beaten worker
 I'm Jezmund the family berzerker
 I'm bought for the price of a flagon of rice
 The wind buffs the cabin, you speak of your life
 Or more willingly Locust the Lurker
 Confuse what you can of the ending
 And revise your despise so impending
 'Cause I soak on the wrath that you didn't quite mask
 I'm getting it clearly through alternate paths
 Or mixed in with the signal you're sending
 But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learned
 As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned
 And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue
 Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun
 All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone
 Can't this wait till I'm old? Can't I live while I'm young?
 But no peace for Jezmund tonight
 I plug the distress tube up tight
 And watch what I say as it flutters away
 And all this emotion is kept harmless at bay
 Not to educate somebody's fright