| Woke up again, to an empty pocket scene
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| I can’t pretend, that this is where I want to be
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| The tide is flowing, this body’s rolling into the sea
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| You see these bones, they’re black and charred from all these years
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| They’ve lost control of this wheel. |
| It’s so unclear
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| Of where to go, of what to know, I’ve lost control
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| And it feels like every day’s the same fight
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| Want to burn out so bright and be more than what I am
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| And this half-life that I’m leading, it’s all so demeaning
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| But I am doing what I can to stand again
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| Just want the ground to stop moving from my feet
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| Sick of the sound, this quake screams as it defeats
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| What was so still, I’ve lost the will, to calm this down
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| Got flint and steel, given in this arctic night
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| Had all the skills needed to set these thoughts alight
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| But as some sick sort of joke, came the rain, oh how it poured
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| Down over me, all over me
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| And it feels like every day’s the same fight
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| Want to burn out so bright and be more than what I am
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| And this half-life that I’m leading, it’s all so demeaning
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| But I am doing what I can to stand again, to stand again
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| And it feels like every day’s the same fight
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| Want to burn out so bright and be more than what I am
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| And this half-life that I’m leading, it’s all so demeaning
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| But I am doing what I can to stand again |