| Now it’s crystal clear
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| You never really understood the reason
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| I was coming was to
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| Bounce and disappear, but I did it
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| And I’m proud that I found it in the clouds
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| But what about princess pure
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| Oh princess pure she’s a mixed up gear
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| In a clogged up engine
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| God’s addicted to calm withdrawal
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| And this I fear, this I fear
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| You wanna talk about fear
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| I can tell you 'bout fear
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| A little itty bitty something
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| Like what’s in here
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| I get excited and open up
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| Think I might have found something that’s never been touched
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| Then of course hmm I get too close
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| Get burned trying to shut it
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| But it just won’t close
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| So I suppose it’s time for me to learn another lesson
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| That I wouldn’t have known if I didn’t adhere
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| To the voice that I hear In the back of my head
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| When I’m all on my own on a road that twists and turns
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| Now this concern is already old and frozen stiff
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| All is know it’s a gift to serve the distance within
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| What I hope and observe is a moment
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| Away from going a way and poking a hole
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| I hope that that it works
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| I hope that it bursts everything apart
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| Until I finally understands the reason that it hurts
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| And hold it in the dark
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| Cuz the minute that we understand the reason that we’re hear
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| Is to focus on the spark that ignited the light that we chase every single
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| second of the day
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| The reflection we make will make us
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| One with the stars
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| And it won’t seem so far away-
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| Almost so close
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| Distance is an enemy
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| With no heart cope with the image of a mess to clean
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| This is not fair
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| Share this with almost everything
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| Picture, now float
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| Who are you to tell me
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| I should go with the flow of life
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| When I know there’s a little boy
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| Who would die for a little bowl of rice
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| No one loves him
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| And those he loves
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| Show him how to fight
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| So he grows up, lonely and frightened
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| All he knows is destruction right
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| Roll with the punches
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| Nothing’s right
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| It’s all sideways croaked and cracked
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| Tangled twisted
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| Around angles and made to collapse
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| Hating my past is a mistake I’d hate to regret
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| Maybe death is just the way that we behave when we’re dead
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| But I’m not
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| So I got a lot of shock and I’m not ready to give up
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| No sir, not yet
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| Not until I figure out the reason that we sit and watch
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| It all blow up in our face
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| Instead making it end
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| Stop this conflict
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| Constant process over and over and over again
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| Till no one is friends
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| And no one believes we can open our flesh
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| Hop over the fence
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| Blow in the wind
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| Control our own fate
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| Nothing’s gonna change
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| When we show no pain
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| Hold it all in
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| So it won’t go away
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| Must dream bigger
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| Must stay awake
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| Trust me please
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| You’re not ugly disbelief
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| Someone loves me
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| Convince me what it is I’m running from
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| Cuz you’re the only one I know who knows
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| I know I’m not okay |