Head Space

Howdy from the above 
It's under the hat 
Murky, the stack 

Power drones across the sky 
Pooling clouds the borders fly 
In between is where I sit 
On top of my neck a head does 
Fit; grueling day of sleepy spine 
Lay me down for recent crime 

Unsold good is extra bad 
Maestro could you set me sad 
Orchestral revolution fought 
Conception conduct mister taught 

Foundry stone a fervent journey 
Field of cones a servant story 
Milder days, a nauseous glory 
Take it as a fearful training 
Thinking I'm a bear of gaining 

Hibernate to the song of sorrow 
Wake up in a head tomorrow