Factory, just go ahead and swallow me It's not the way I'd planned to see My old age creeping in. Life is safe, as long as you assume a shape That measures rationally And fits in with the rest. But I'm racing my flaws Toward some end they'd drawn I hope they mapped it out wrong 'Cause I'm already gone. Blackbeard's Lord, Well I think He sounds a lot like yours But maybe there's a hundred more, And they only share a name And a laugh. But I took my time To figure out it was not mine Through twenty years of turquoise mines I'd forgotten my way back I've been sorting trash, And holding it against my past But really I could cut this cast 'Cause God knows that I've healed underneath.