The sun is up but my eyes stare down
The paint is falling off the walls
I've elected this torment
I'm lost to my friends,
Lost to the details
The paint is falling off the walls
Its what I like
Its the wounds Time has created
That I'm after
The feeling of sabotage.
I've woken in black fields and watched them light up
I've seen these children swoon
Impossible to understand
They'll watch what they want
I will be falling out any moment
The lights got too bright
Its a ragged hallway that I've chosen
I had so many loud voices and now disparate
This long hallway is so disparate
I'm trying as fast as I can but weight is added
I've condemned myself to be alone
Its not something I regret though I wish I do
If I wanted you all back, really wanted you back I could have you
But I want my life to go on in its own direction now
I've been a symptom of what you've created long enough.
I don't think we can ever be friends again.
I just want what is hardest for me.
If god is everywhere why would he bother
To go where I go?
I'm the leftover fears and thoughts
that mothers hide from
I've seen the world
the ways that god doesn't want to.
