In taller walls search for new life to base things on but they all know no ones found it can't claim I'm wrong, though plucked from life, revisions go on to frail contentment, who do you talk to, who do you think you see? Suffocating my God without wondering left in m, it's sage to enter, but are you the speaking double, vision or clone, maybe just my ghost is all you see.
Do they know? Do you count your blessings alone? Engrave you're worries. The needing to leave to a place you won't arrive.
I'm seeing the highway again, roads blackened and torn but well worn from my friends keep my focus beside the, was it all to make my trip back here again?
Do they know? Do you count you're blessings alone? Formed in a decaying cadence and hope, you took these blessings granted and merged them into a rope. Hebrew swing and silent discretion,a sea ferrets not you never learned to tie.