The Finale of the
Sounds of the Kitchen Collection

Take the pills and drink the drink

You try to change the way you think

Hold your arm and stick it in

It's time to let the night begin

Keep your breath and steel your mind

Open your eyes so you're not blind

Take it in then let it go

It stays with them; It's not your show

Feel the rush and take the heat

Follow commands so you're not beat

Like a drum deep in the woods

You're nothing more than damaged goods.

The colors speak and the winds dance

Go on now, it's your last chance

Take a risk; jump the cliff 

A little jab or a little sniff

Whisk you away to another place

And slow you down for a different race

You don’t want first; you don’t want last.

Get lost between to avoid the blast

We’re halfway there. Are you scared?

Close your eyes, you’re unprepared

For what comes next and what comes last

We’re moving on. That’s in the past.

I know how it looks. I know what you feel.

Look away so it’s not real.

Another will take. Another will live

Inside this moment with nothing to give

Except for themselves and part of you

Hidden doesn’t make it untrue

They belong to me. Now they are mine

So you can live and pretend to be fine

Stumble in and freak yourself out

Your bones fill with concrete doubt.

You shutter as reality hits

You smash the pieces until it fits

The story that you wish to hear

Isn’t real and isn’t here

To heal from the things you didn’t see

You face the truth to set yourself free