My New Time

I hate it here

Pillow of shame, blanket of lies

warms the primitive

I hate it here

in this new year, with the sun

new in my skies

Broken glass on corroded brass

it tells a time

A new time, gentlemen

Blinding glance, raise my glass

to my new time

I'm naked here

I'm in the blind, in blinding cold

Not a shiver

moves the primitive

I hate it here

in this new year, with the sun

new in my skies

Dead weight on my shoulders, sir

A mule of circumstance

Am I this blind?

Can I not see this?

Am I blinded into seeing

nothing real?

Cry in your pillows

swallow that pride

Keep your blankets

for these colder nights

in the new year

My new year

My new time, gentlemen