Scratching at the Surface

This is another one of those songs I have yet to record. When I was living in Minnesota a friend and I started a band called Screwtape. This was a song that we worked on and had sounding really good. We never had enough time to practice together and get anything off the ground, but this song was sounding really good. It's a nice little song with very sparce instrumentation on it, but when the chorus kicks in it pounds into your skull. I wrote it one day after listening to "October" by U2. The song is simply about my favorite theme - struggling with becoming comfortable in your own skin.


Words haunt me
Undaunting
I'm nothing
A tear drop
I'm a clown
Bleeding frown
Unaware
Of who I am


I'm scratching at the surface of my soul
I'm searching for the piece to make me whole
I've made myself a slave inside this hole
My dark soul


I'm confused
Self abused
Razorblade
Made my day
In the dirt
I can't hurt
I won't leave
I want to live


I'm scratching at the surface of my soul
I'm searching for the piece to make me whole
I've made myself a slave inside this hole
My poor soul


So unfit
Take a trip
In my head
What's in there?
I'm not right
Not all wrong
Lost myself
But I found God


I'm scratching at the surface of my soul
I'm searching for the piece to make me whole
I've made myself a slave inside this hole
My new soul