Dark Channel

Intake
I'm stuck on the dark channel
I've got my shiny guns and my plastic cups
I've got just about something I can feel

This room's got spirits.
This window's clear

I'm stuck on the dark channel
But I will find the way out
I will
Don't worry, Mom


I think I'm having a heart attack
It feels like sweet relief
When every thought brings me to the swamp
A good time one good job out of reach
I just want to feel real again
Like my eyes stay open

I remember when I could read
And when my heart still beat
I remember when I didn't think they were all laughing at me
And I remember laughing at the others
Because I was scared of me
I'm sorry God

Why did He do this to me?
I can't understand it
I wouldn't even wish this kind of shit
On my own worst enemy.
This is me
And I can't believe it's a disease


But you know
It does no good to run from a fortune-teller future
But to realize that you, like everyone else, are valid too
And your life is real and valuable and worth more than scornful looks
If you've been in that ditch, that cistern
There's nothing you can't do

I'm a big believer in forgiveness
Even from antiquity
Because the birds will keep singing
Flying overhead