| I’ll be the first one to admit
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| That I can never see anything for what it truly is
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| Mind clouded by emotions and body tied down by it
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| I wish I had thanked you all every single fucking day, but I didn’t
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| My pent-up anger
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| Isn’t from a broken home without holidays
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| «everything's fine» my biggest and most frequent lie
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| It feels like I’ve battled hordes of my own god damned clones
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| And now I see our enemy is in our pulmonary artery
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| Take it all back and return as one
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| Black anger turns to red
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| In the abstract void, I find myself
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| Twist the thoughts back to a dream
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| A familiar figure in an unfamiliar scene
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| I don’t need my eyes to see
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| To know that you know best for me
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| Had my back against the wall
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| But you’re always there to push me forward
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| Please all my friends, keep me alive and well
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| I don’t care about what wise men say
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| Your words ring truer to me, and they always will
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| Please all my friends, keep me alive and well
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| Take it all back and return as one
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| I didn’t know our secrets would be the bricks to our new homes
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| And the waves we made ourselves would push us further along
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| Houses will shelter dying men, but my home will stand after the end
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| So, don’t blame me if I’m restless
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| Restless |