daddy dear.....

[keekerskomo]

I have a bad taste in my mouth
It's called your religion
You can't shove that down my throat anymore
I have my own opinions

Raise your book up daddy
You have been saved
"I remember feeling that way before" you say
"Before what?" I say, "before you lost your voice?"

What was once a smile and eyes of blue
Has turned to a timid flinch
Like a hypnic jerk
Just to remind you that dreams are not real

You were not found
You were blindfolded
If only the lambs knew what their wool was being taken for