[ Featuring
the Creator ]
Of course there a force behind loss, behind forward motion
The remainder therein you have lost
There's a cost to the anger, a toll to the bridge
To secrets that you trapped in a ball like a hamster
You crawl through the mud, open locks, close doors
Promises - make more - disaster - you adore
Like the child you once were to the Man you've become
Like thread thru the needle, the barrel of the gun
Relax, its an issue to be cumbersome
Make the best dirty laundry, confess what it is you've become
How far up this mountain?
Till I reach heaven
I've come so far
And I've been wallowing in hell
Grow sick of the forecast, tired of the snow
When it grips you like passion you lose your control
Its the past its the future that pull at your strings
From the moment you clutch them, the anger it brings
Let love be your compass
Guide me to safety
I'm sick of the forecast, and tire of what i brings
Dear fortune cookie
Break me a piece
I've lived in a box, and its time to release
To release
How far up this mountain?
Till i reach heaven?
I've come so far
And I've been wallowing in hell
There's a cobweb hanging, signature changing, miserable painting
That makes the shadows, creep through the window at such a crescendo of light
Its beginning to alter my sight
Change my mind, make me subdued to grasp all the changes
Windows breaking and earth quakes quaking
I'm torn between the pages and changing of the seasons
The phases of the moon, and the burden I assume
Its the cross that i wear and the sickness that I have lifted
Books that I've deciphered
Look I am not a monster
I'm trying to be calmer, sifting through ashes
From the kid in the sandbox thrown to his knees
By the ruthlessness Of what you believe
Is the cycle that takes you from top to the bottom
It dies in the winter, but lived until Autumn
The fresh air creeping from up the center
The weight of the answers, the weight of the answers
