The Emerald Piper

From the backroom of my head I hear you shout

Through my animated state and sheets of late

I do my best to stay alive but from the backroom

of my head

I hear you shout

Through my animated state

Now the emerald piper plays

Inside the bar in which you stay

It's closing time

A blow to your frail ambitions

You act just like a dumdum boy

A child deprived of all its toys

Notorious

A man with no mission

In the sawdust from the past there is still room

For significant mistakes and muted hate

I hear a signal from the wire but from the backroom

of my head

I hear you shout

Through my animated state

Like a king without a crown

You rode high

Were turned around

Without a crown

Beyond recognition

You need protection from yourself

You have been slipping

Cry for help or let it bleed

In your private prison