Has no one cared to explain that you don't have answers You flick your sycophant tongue Words swindle in the air, you talk just to know you're there And
I was always told to keep myself an earshot away Nothing's as it seems and no one really is what they claim Show me riches, show me pictures of a candy
People get misguided And I am intertwined Feel me shake from all the give and take I'm inching closer to the line We all get fixated on what we cannot
me up to my neck Come on baby, let's take a time out Listen baby, what did you find out Come on baby, don't turn the lights out What am I to say You
I cannot rush anymore Now that your vision's torn Sink into those you admire Sing in black formal attire Where is the change we cast? Fountains dry up
Leading my arrest, a protocol to test and fade away My fervent bitterness, failing to address and save today But the ocean was never blue, it's the sky
Days roll to strain my hope And turn all my insight out While listless nights simply remind What my time, what my time is about Here I plant my weary
Silhouettes flicker A candle wax river to singe Settles cold Cloudburst to quiver, bones in a shiver, your verse is untold Cause you fall shy the moment
In a world wrought with pattern All repeating lines Take a mere reflection as a sign Catalyst factions, sterile attractions and conditioned actions feed
A needless affair Lines remain unclear Minds in the wells Heads cut on cables The fare to the sun It sears the faultless ones Pay any price To go home
The order The order was mayhem The messenger lied But they?re on the line Boots are tied tight The waiting The waiting is aching Mouths dusted dry Death
You couldn?t help it It was a failure of the times I know you felt it, with the tensions getting high Weary of the culture, employed by idle hands A slow
Futures tend to give in quickly Caving in when walls grow high Lower all your defenses They are shadows that you hide behind It doesn?t have to be this
Wait now Spoke too quickly Fingers strangle glass My face A worn out conflict Why am I so crass Always talking Locked in Should be walking But I am not
fate that hides Below our sight lines But we have our own sunburst skies You look to stars for their safety The glimmer is an act Their light is of no
Flick the brights on high to burn through my blurry eyes Where does it come from, where do we all belong Fell for your disguise like a child naive to
It came on suddenly The sullen face of misery Found that your beginning was an end In the place you used to lie Your ghosts sing, they testify We?re not
Lost in a dreary haze As streetcars limp down shadowed roads I'm still restless Hands click round in circles Reservations I well know That I don't resist
