Eh

Father's shown me fear.
Father's shown me shame.
Turn your gears and spill your brains.
The canvas is blank in need of a splatter.
Paint how you'd like as mad as a hatter.
The pieces oh they flow.
Metronome all to and fro.
Writing fast but writing blind.
That's how it is inside of the mind.
Open up to see whats there.
Eyes are seared straight from the glare.