I'm spiraling out of control, so you illuminate a clean slate
You're lifting the weight that is diluting inspiration
I woke with the sun in my face, mountains by my side, the desert air pulling the breath from my lungs
I've been making my way through a barren landscape,
Littered with remains of past lives and shadows of the scavengers
World passing by, leaving traces of shapes, blurring into memory
Dreaming of terrain that sustains, I wake up
I'm lying parallel with the landscape
There will always be a void to be filled Illuminate a clean slate
Keep lifting the weight that is diluting inspiration
There will always be a void to be filled, with no permanent fix
Shifting of puzzle pieces to simulate a whole
World passing by, leaving traces of shapes, blurring into memory
Dreaming of terrain that sustains, I wake up to a world that's unfamiliar
We leave, and then we go back like we never left home
When will we wake the f*ck up? Parallel with the landscape,
I lie awake with diminishing desire to always seek escape from a home where I feel sound and safe
World passing by, leaving traces of shapes, blurring into memory
Dreaming of terrain that sustains
I wake up Wake up
When will we all wake up?
Diminished desire to always seek escape to a world that's unfamiliar
We leave, and then we go back like we never left home