Cold Metal Chair by Brendan Trider And Cold Metal Chair Visualized by OJ Mooney

Cold Metal Chair Visualized by OJ Mooney

In that cold metal chair

I felt guilt as I sat in it

I’ve had so many blessings

Compared to the many who share this clinic

 

I felt guilt for being crazy

I should of felt guilt for my shame, of how God made me

I was strong, crazy like a dog in heat

Until I started losing sleep

And popped that pill my co-worker gave me

 

Back it up a second I was always living reckless

A mess but blessed with strong instincts

I can never fear failure I can smell what ya think

 

But in a blink; The doctors got to me

My gifts were disorders

My ADD became Schizoeffective Bi-Polar

But shit it’s who you ask in the eye of the beholder

 

Older, stronger, badder and bolder

A fucking molder I can break up boulders

But back then, that cage finally trapped me…

 

No bars, no chains, no nails, no leather

Just that cold metal chair… and this grey bloom weather

 

see more of Brendan Trider at  soundcloud.com/bluukollar

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