What does all of this mean Because I cannot feel a thing Just when I think it's okay You throw a wrench in my machine It's as if I have a lamp And all the bulbs are burnt out I try to find a few more But you got 'em all behind locked doors There's a dead cat in the box On the ground beside me Is this a metaphor of my flesh In this house if ill repute Or is it just a dead cat in a box On the ground beside me With no meaning at all In a world that has no meaning Durer and Schagall don't give no altar call So why you setting me up So I can take a fall like the A-Team And B.A. Baracuss Who likes to cause a ruckus Just like me and my boys in Travail You know we're on a war path We'll drown you in a blood bath And you know we'll grip you fast Some of you will hate me because of this poem Even though my struggles you just don't know 'em Your judgementalism tilling me who I am I'm sorry my friend I'm only just a man I could be fake and force you through a door I could be face and be a corporate whore Or I could be real and make you think twice about What it means to follow Jesus Christ I'm still trying to figure you out Sometimes you don't carry a lot of clout But then you show me your true self And see how pitiful I am