All my friend's lost the faith as rivers of untapped Ichor potential drain from what could be
Still in a bad way, but learning to cope with The constant pressure that's building behind my eyes
We lived for a pipe dream But it seems fate had us occupied Everything that life did entail And predestination
With every other missed intro And work that falls by my wayside Finite we fight for empty tales No longer a fail safe
Bloviating on and on about how it used to be Ignoring the misery that plagues us to the day With iron in hand, a blood spattered mistery I eye up the crime scene of all of your dashed dreams
But tomorrow
We'll still wake up
And somewhere on the uptake, I'm sure you'll find the way
Into the path
I chose to take
You'll see I never gave up on what you threw away
There's no such thing as second takes, the reel got thrown away Stop searching in the shadow, for a risk you'll never take As time winds up around you, and brings you from your state Why fight the intuition