•I’m worn

I’m worthless

I’ve been through this cycle before

I’m torn

I’m uncertain

Can I keep you all leaning forward?

I can’t afford the future

I can’t live in the past

I can’t stay in this same place

Writing • FROM BEHIND THE GLASS•

I can’t give what they want

I can’t grow this thing

I can’t grow, still on the hunt

I can’t grow The Peasantry

So do I fall?

Screw it, I’m here again

Told myself to wait longer

But I need the expression

Can I keep on breathing?

CO2 reaches the ceiling

Oxygen is low, I’m reeling

Lacking feeling

No healing

So help me

I hate seeking assistance

But I’m fearing this distance

No growth, new fans aren’t listening

No merchandise sales, hit me

Wake me up, or is the nightmare real?

Am I seeing my passion crash

While I’m behind the wheel?

Can I keep steering straight?

I drift to sleep, the car spins out, I’m dead

I don’t know how to move forward

Can someone help plan my next step?

I’m caught between what was and what will be

I can’t stay in this pressure

I have so many plans

But no way to reveal the treasure

The fans are hungry, soon they’ll leave

And I’ll be alone, like Letters

Anaphora, that emptiness wants back inside

STOP

No more chorus

No more verse

No more lyric form

No more rhymes

This is what it is. Strip the poetry and symbolism. I need help. I’m trapped in here, and I have no way out

But I can’t tell you where I am until the time is right

But the time can’t be right until the money isn’t tight

But money will be tight until the sales take flight

Until the numbers rise

No radio, no interviews, no way to shine a light

No way to win this fight

Ok, so… social media? Wait, no one cares, that’s right

I’m frustrated

Un-aided

Done waiting

Impatient

I’m jaded

No playlist

Please play it

Listen, mate, the

Heartrate is

Untreated

Unbeating

Love me

Just

Please

I’m sorry Peasantry but I’m not as strong as you think

I let it get to me when DM’s tell me I’m ugly

I let it in my veins when I’m told I deserve to bleed

For trying to become another copy of TØP

That was never me

But wait, am I?

They said I am

I double-check

Have I been me this whole time?

I second-guess

Am I a mess?

I am, but they attack my mind

Negativity inside

Its blurring the clear lines

I feel no fear for where I want to be

I fear if I’ll make it or not

I fear of what happens if Oxygen runs out and I die and my body begins to rot

If I never break out then they never will and then I have failed to live my purpose

Maybe I deserve this

Time to return to the song form

Here, run it back, re-read the chorus

I can’t afford the future

I can’t live in the past

I can’t stay in this same place

Writing • FROM BEHIND THE GLASS•

I can’t give what they want

I can’t grow this thing

I can’t grow, still on the hunt

I can’t grow The Peasantry

So do I fall?

I know this one is long

But I have held it in too long

I need your help

Please spread the word and hold onto these songs

Please tell me when I’m doing it right

And help me out when I’m wrong

And help me to block out the hate I get

His army messages me all day

They keep on coming in strong

I always hated seeking help

But I can’t stay this way

I burnt out, out of shape, out of ways, to grow this thing, I need some saving grace

So carry me

Carry me

Carry me

Carry me

Carry me

Carry me

Carry me from this place

I can’t afford the future

I can’t live in the past

I can’t stay in this same place

Writing • FROM BEHIND THE GLASS•

I can’t give what they want

I can’t grow this thing

I can’t grow, still on the hunt

I can’t grow The Peasantry

So do I fall?

I hope not

But honestly this part is up to you

So don’t drop

Me into the bottom

Tell them that you’re stoked

Watch the live streams, get the jokes

Spread the music, let it grow

I’ll leave just one more verse

And then I’ll have to go

•NINE• minutes of writing

That’s what this is

The exact time was eight minutes

And 21 seconds

But you get the gist

I could sit here and list

Trial after trial

Ache after ache

There is still so much pain trapped in my brain

I’ll let you in

Just call out my name

I’ll show up, let parade around inside my pain

Cuz that’s why I’m here

To try to kill your fear

Your emotions are normal

You can conquer them here

But think about the others out there fighting

Let’s recruit them

Grow The Peasantry

And increase the lighting

I can’t afford the future

I can’t live in the past

I can’t stay in this same place

Writing • FROM BEHIND THE GLASS•

I can’t give what they want

I can’t grow this thing

I can’t grow, still on the hunt

I can’t grow The Peasantry

So do I fall?