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
