Life opened its doors and told me to make myself at home
Well I can't get comfortable
Buried my faith and the book back in the ground
A sense of purpose and clarity nowhere to be found
Purpose
Clarity
Nowhere to be found
Whether it's the liquor in my blood or the plant in my lungs
I still feel nothing but numb
Bring me back to when I was young
When I didn't question every thought and all my f*cking senses
Do I stride towards the social norm or just remain empty and torn?
I wish I knew
I wish I cared
Every morning I hunt for my reality
Every evening I interrogate my motives
Day til night I spill blood with my consciousness
The static rages in my mind while I watch the world go by
Two cold steps at a time
Life opened its doors and told me to make myself at home
Well I can't get comfortable
I'm f*cking sorry but it's time for me to leave
No direction
It's getting hard to breathe
Lock the door and throw away the key
F*ck this, I'm running on empty
Existence grabs me at my throat
Squeezing out every breath of life, not letting go
Gasping for an answer to this crisis
I draw my last breath and then I'm reminded
Uncertainty is a curse
Alone I walk the earth