Letter From The Lighthouse.

Living in denial baby everything's the same
wishing you were whole again and everyones to blame
for the lies lies lies
and that look in your eyes
tells me you might never be whole again
tells me you might never be whole again
because your faith is gone and legs they run
away from numbers but that one
you never saw was just another addition
to the sum
of your personal problems
subtraction
a definite needed reaction
to their evil ways
their thorn drenched touch
that left you bleeding
that left you bleeding
when you ran off track
into the fog you could never look back
living in lies and in fiction
and
FACT is precision
is all that you lack
percussion
repercussion
to that beat that's always been wrong
by a few measures
too long baby too long
they've waited
in black and in white
for you to see past all your cold lonely nights
and realize
there never was that ray of hope
because you never turned the fucking light on.