And I'm caring too much about this current life.
Focusing on the negatives I can't get away from.
And If I'm happy for the rest of my days,
I'm fairly certain that this carefree glaze will wear off,
and I'd just be plain.
I believe that beliefs a condemner, a fortune teller, tell us
I believe that beliefs a condemner, it helps you remember
you're human, you're regular
you're nothing to settle for, a lie that gets credit for
leaving you wanting more, with prayer you can settle scores
and start the greatest of wars.
Point away, the north star is partial to the man
sitting in Southern territory,
far from the sights of Eastern ressurection,
a Western world tangled in it's own arms
The narcicist embrace of a man in his mirror,
when will the woods come down?
We want to see what it's hiding.
The ocean evaporate, hence, and we will walk in it's basements.
There were sentences, left out of paragraphs,
left out of chapters of books never read.
These are the words they said, fit them inside my head,
say without doubt my old self is dead.
He flew so high, he flew with the doves,
reaching the skylines and stars up above,
we'll think of hope and say there will be better days,
but will will contimplate, within this sorry state.
There were sentences, left out of paragraphs,
left out of chapters of books never read.
These are the words they said, fit them inside my head,
say without doubt my old self is dead.
