Five Iron Frenzy #6
Sally spells success M-O-N-E-Y.
If she steps on some toes, it's an eye for an eye.
She's climbing up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
to block out the world or the fear that she'll fall.
Tightrope thins, conviction never stops.
Money means nothing from a 40 foot drop.
her security blanket has worn itself thin,
she's hanging in the closet from a rope of her own sin.
-Left, FIF
Yeah, a little dark for Five Iron right? I like that.
Five Iron, if they are nothing else, you know, talented, good sounding, excellent dancers. They are honest.
We all have our strivings, our things that, for us, are life. We view life from this invincible perspective, holding captive our hopes and fears, in the hopes that the status quo will remain the same. We can tolerate the pain right now, so as long as we don't experience any more loss we will be alright.
But the status quo changes. We find ourselves standing next to the deathbeds of loved ones. We find ourselves looking down "40 foot drop" and all that has kept us sane, and attached to this world so far becomes so small.
Life is difficult, and full of pain, and even our happiness is sprinkled with some bitter. And we are tossed and turned and watch as others fail, and flounder, and some crucified. And yet we try to maintain. Yet we sweat the small stuff. Yet we continue to sin as we try to dig our way out of the hole we've made. Our security blankets are wearing themselves thin.
If she steps on some toes, it's an eye for an eye.
She's climbing up the ladder, she's building up a wall,
to block out the world or the fear that she'll fall.
Tightrope thins, conviction never stops.
Money means nothing from a 40 foot drop.
her security blanket has worn itself thin,
she's hanging in the closet from a rope of her own sin.
-Left, FIF
Yeah, a little dark for Five Iron right? I like that.
Five Iron, if they are nothing else, you know, talented, good sounding, excellent dancers. They are honest.
We all have our strivings, our things that, for us, are life. We view life from this invincible perspective, holding captive our hopes and fears, in the hopes that the status quo will remain the same. We can tolerate the pain right now, so as long as we don't experience any more loss we will be alright.
But the status quo changes. We find ourselves standing next to the deathbeds of loved ones. We find ourselves looking down "40 foot drop" and all that has kept us sane, and attached to this world so far becomes so small.
Life is difficult, and full of pain, and even our happiness is sprinkled with some bitter. And we are tossed and turned and watch as others fail, and flounder, and some crucified. And yet we try to maintain. Yet we sweat the small stuff. Yet we continue to sin as we try to dig our way out of the hole we've made. Our security blankets are wearing themselves thin.
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