Legion
Written sometime around Apr 1st, 2004 by Justin Brock. Category: SongsI lived on a cemetery out in the country.
I guess I thought I’d find my name on the stones.
I had always lived alone,
why they called me ‘Legion’ I don’t know
Everyone I’d host brought me chains and fetters
other than with shackles no one laid a hand on me
no one ever soothed my pain
no one ever called me by my name
They’d say ‘Legion’ just to taunt me.
All these voices in my head
buzzing like flies ‘round a dream long dead.
Legion were the silences, legion was the shame
but I don’t think that’s my real name
I was schizophrenic as the twelve tribes of Israel
I always felt the fallout from the splitting in my head
I was stronger than a thousand men
but I couldn’t bind the criminals within
Still I’d have these dreams like I was thousands flying,
diving like pigs over cliffs into the sea
drowning in a death so kind
silencing the storming in my mind
that said ‘Legion’ just to taunt me.
All these voices in my head
buzzing like flies ‘round a dream long dead.
Legion were the silences, legion was the shame
but I don’t think that’s my real name
One day brought a lunatic from over the water
he looked into my face and called me from the crowd
I had never been so alone
why they called me ‘Legion’ I don’t know
They’d say ‘Legion’ just to taunt me.
All these voices in my head
buzzing like flies ‘round a dream long dead.
Legion were the silences, legion was the shame
but I don’t think that’s my real name