scabs and blisters

im the plan for the center
and the mind of a mister
who finds spending time
picking scabs and popping blisters
im almost out of words
and were almost out the woods
eating goods in proportion
reading tales of misfortune
im the trip of the alter
singing lies that'll haunt ya
or give you sick faith
and bring you back to this place
where your mind will still be halted
and were tricked to be all good
or at least thats what they taught ya
with excuses we simply all could

be right...