This story is long, old and unhappy

Family split – sides chosen

It makes me uncomfortable
To open up to my inner self
I’m ****** up again, falling out

Eyes failing – sleep inducing

Their voices are crawling away
My hair smells like smoke
I have no idea what’s going on. . .

Anymore talking – anymore thinking

It will surely take me over
Bring me back down
Pull me deep under

Almost over – dead life

They don’t ever want to see me
I’m always flying
Keeping everything under me

Stealing trees – I hope they need these

Why this now?
This sudden change of tempo
The kids knows

But can he feel?
Can you steal?

The opening of the seven gates

There is no secret to living
No meaning to dying

Just keep me in mind
         and. . .
                                     finish this song
                                 man.