Remember when we
Lost our god damned minds
Thanks to the
Subtle iridecence of anima
Seems to be the rest
Ain't far behind
Just take a look at it
The presence of obscurity
Swells akin to edema
Trouble seem to wash out
From within
Flowing outward
It's pattern
Destined for new banks
Gathering the bends
Of time and circumstance
To shape their molds
Each imperfection
Offers to fill the blanks
Everybody's got a way out
It just makes sense
But would it really be
Much different
Once you jump the fence
And why'd you ever feel alone
And why'd you say
The things you said
You knew you couldn't
Make it home
Yet you kept waking up
In your own bed
So now who's gonna hear it
Maybe it ain't so bad
You tell the tale enough times
You start to appear glad
So now who's gonna hear it
Maybe it ain't so bad
You tell the tale enough times
You start to appear glad
So now who's gonna hear it
Maybe it ain't so bad
A singular unease
Can break the beam
Structured so as to crumble
At times of unrest
Traveling in tow
Toward something solitary
Builds the vantage
Only to be set back down
At request
Synthetic requisite
Adjusts the wheel
Losing view of those things
Luminous and honest
Unintended woeful action
Tracks the circuit
Rounding nowhere
Sabotage finds the psyche
At it's best
Everybody's got a way out
It just makes sense
But would it really be
Much different
Once you jump the fence
And why'd you ever feel alone
And why'd you say
The things you said
You knew you couldn't
Make it home
Yet you kept waking up
In your own bed.
So now who's gonna hear it
Maybe it ain't so bad
You tell the tale enough times
You start to appear glad
So now who's gonna hear it
Maybe it ain't so bad
You tell the tale enough times
You start to appear glad
So now who's gonna hear it
Maybe it ain't so bad