[Verse]

So much weighing on my mind

Take an eon to define every line that I can find in it

I wish that I had no limits

Could come across in these lyrics as if it’s not a gimmick

Every minute I’m wasting away staring at screens

When I know I should be out there chasing my dreams

But what exactly’s meant by dreams is always up for debate

Is it the saving grace you find in the things you create?

Is it a job that helps you provide for the people you love?

Or will the alternative be your bluff the moment it’s done?

I’ll probably ask more questions than I have answers

When it all gets too much, just drown it in laughter

This is pretty haphazard, what a life

Ha, and so I just write

Maintain, swing line to line, praying it’ll all be alright

I’m always in a tight squeeze, [?] paid for rent’s due

[?] mental crew and left empty with a screw loose

But a new lease of life

It don’t guarantee nothing but more hindsight

And that’s fine but not exactly progress

I halt Congress to appeal to the conscience

[?] thought less, just aware of the ever-changing nature of the chatter that is seeping in my head

I refuse to cut it off as a sacrificial ritual

But I suppose that I could brush it and let alone, be at one with the rhythm

On my breath, no stress

For once I’m hoping no blow back from my own soul

Growing cold, old alone, a lonely drone

Assaulted, broken, hopes sold and

Assaulted, broken, hopes sold and poems so

So the heat that seeps deep

Purple [?] flicker worthwhile dreams

And it sometimes seems like it’s all [?] all day

Wash up at the altar of the profane, profits profit

War, death, lies, hate, competition in an unstable climate, feeling

Fine as we teeter on the edge of a precipice

Hedging benevolent bets on a deficit

Reaping every single benefit fed to us while so many are penniless

It’s like you couldn’t make this up, I only panic ‘cause I see it

The truth is always there soon as we’re ready to be it

But nah, we’d rather get steaming and act facetious, ha

Sound familiar? Well don’t get bitter or cynical

Nothing could be sillier than acting like the world around does us ever in a fixed state

Change takes place every day in this, this animus that we call existence

Is always shifting, non flux and fixing

Each dysfunction mixed with each new [?]

[?] pieces in these battle stations

A timeless blind race, a dance forevermore

A placid metaphor, kindness is fine haste, not the pace of the peace

‘cause they’ll be no need to bleep, not when we’re free

No rallying cries, no clarion call, no lies, no [?] and no rise, no fall

Nothing at all, just us without them

Object and absence is one and the same like

[Chorus]

I’ve eaten too much [?], I’m

Living life out on the edge and

No chance of paying rent

A better part of my brain never left this [?]

I’ve eaten too much [?], I’m

Living life out on the edge and

No chance of paying rent

A better part of my brain never left this [?]