I can hold my own
Through storm and stress
The weight of what I do

Ways out are common
When far on the horizon
Resolved to going through
Sole sailor over blue

It’s a familiar feeling
Something like melancholy
A little more emptiness
Like I’ve filled my half
But I need the rest

I’m not done
I should carry on
To foster a drive
Is a task I despise
A crude driving force
It is to simply move

The music fills the time
It fuels the mind
I’m not moving
Embracing emptiness
Lean back on lines
I could use the rest

truth don't mean too much in a system like this
when trust is two feet in the grave
disengage and lose your rights
i can't but disassociate
the rich can eat their own and grow
but home for Christmas i can't afford

it seems we're all afraid
and revolution can't change
the forests gone
and sea the same
welcome to today

so I'm asking where were you
when children took the pay
when promises that answer prayer
declined that they were made

i don't smile for you the cameraman
the answer's in the question
the burning tires don't smell too nice
how long until the end
it seems we're all afraid
when trust is two feet in the grave
and everyone has got a right
to shoot you in the face

My voice of becoming
Is clarity changing
Attend to the sound
To speak is replacing

Drawn satisfaction
From lifeless desires
The smell of success
Is boyhood on fire

Green dew hill
Blue mist sea
Lakewood grey
I miss me

I have this sneaking suspicion
That i would do anything for you
if you let me act
as if it were coincidence
You are just a little too close
To what i am looking for
Ever more so confronting
This evening

i have such a weakness for you
and its gotta be obvious
how hard it is to make conversation
adding to the din
of whatever it is youre wearing
how id like to stay
and so many other things
if it werent so unsettling

Without worrying
I'm sorry I'm so disappointing
No good reason
just a sneaking suspicion

when did it get so dark?
i woke up to thunder and thought i was dreaming
it's all a little too real
why don't you call back this evening?
I'll think of something to say, I always do
see if i can find the connection in this room
I'm going outside, see myself from above
and put me in the shadow of divine interpretation
do you believe in god? that's a real question
and when'd it get so dark in this enlightened nation
I see myself from above, I'm screaming in my sleep
somebody wake me up
and nobody's listening

I'm a freckle kid
In tune with it
Sonic streaks
And yellow teeth

No
I'm my own reality
Stripey blanket
Underneath