General Ghost - Mr. Hawking

dreamer in your chair
blank but curiously stare
to the vast unknown
but to you, you see the cosmos as home
fallen down a flight of stairs
the diagnose is lifes not fair

Mr. Hawking spend a life time unlocking
every door you’ve been knocking on
what a joke what a bore to know everything
aren’t you lonely Mr. Hawking?

when you dated Jane,
did you hope the world would end you both the same
but the bomb never dropped
and your illness followed though its steady plot
waking up with nothing left
praying for the final breath

Mr. Hawking spend a life time unlocking
every door you’ve been knocking on
what a joke what a bore to know everything
aren’t you lonely Mr. Hawking?

employ your mind to fight the paralytic out
with all your math you’ve got the cure to make you well
and if you cant
and if you cant
you’re just a man who cant heal thou self

Mr. Hawking spend a life time unlocking
every door you’ve been knocking on
what a joke what a bore to know everything
aren’t you lonely Mr. Hawking?