Don’T Feed The Thought

Thought knocks once.
Don't open.
Thought knocks twice.
Don't feed it.
There's a room
in the skull
where the old war sits
Boots on the table
hands on the switch
It don't yell loud
It don't kick doors
It waits real still
on the mind's cold floor
Says one more drink
Says one more rage
Says one more night
in the same locked cage
Says call her back
Says burn that bridge
Says you are the hurt
so become what it is
But I know that voice
I know that bait
It talks real sweet
when the hour gets late
So I breathe
through the teeth
Let the black wave pass
Don't feed the thought
and it starves on glass
Name it once
Let it go
Cold in the chest
Don't let it grow
Hand on the tether
Eyes on the dot
You are not
every thought you got
Don't feed the thought
Don't crown the fear
Breathe once
Bring it here
Don't feed the thought
Don't build that throne
Not every voice
is your own
Don't feed the thought
Let it starve
in the dark
Hold the tether
Follow North Star
Don't feed the thought
Don't crown the fear
Breathe once
Bring it here
Mind deadly
Aim steady
Metronome step
Pain came in
but it ain't
rent free yet
I charge that hurt
for the space it takes
Make it pay in work
Make it pay in weight
Push that iron
Run that set
Sweat out ghosts
that the mouth won't let
No bottle chain
No powder lie
No lazy man game
gets to rent my mind
I've seen good men
get sold by the whisper
Small bad choice
turn a soul into winter
So I keep my post
when the dark gets loud
One clean breath
then I shut it down
Name it once
Let it go
Cold in the chest
Don't let it grow
Hand on the tether
Eyes on the dot
You are not
every thought you got
Don't feed the thought
Don't crown the fear
Breathe once
Bring it here
Don't feed the thought
Don't build that throne
Not every voice
is your own
Don't feed the thought
Let it starve
in the dark
Hold the tether
Follow North Star
Don't feed the thought
Don't crown the fear
Breathe once
Bring it here
A thought is
not an order.
A feeling is
not a law.
A memory is
not a master.
A wound is
not a crown.
The mind throws knives.
Let them hit the floor.
Pick up only
what keeps you alive.
Don't feed it
Don't seat it
Don't crown it
Don't need it
Don't name it king
Don't call it truth
Don't let old pain
wear new boots
Don't feed it
Don't seat it
Don't crown it
Don't need it
Hold the tether
Count the breath
Step by step
walk out of death
Don't feed the thought
Don't crown the fear
Breathe once
Bring it here
Don't feed the thought
Don't build that throne
Not every voice
is your own
Don't feed the thought
Let it starve
in the dark
Hold the tether
Follow North Star
Don't feed the thought
Don't crown the fear
Breathe once
Bring it here
Thought knocked.
I heard it.
I didn't answer.
Metronome step.