If I happened to decide, that I wanted more than this.
Feeling angry young and helpless.
Undecided and incomplete, misguided and stuck in concrete.
Give me an option to breath.
Can I say, can I even move at all?
I'm always circling the points that I'm trying to make, and you're always looking for a high to take you from this place.
Grey skies, agriculture compromised, hunger and heartache metastasize. They're walking heavy on thinning lines, blurring them all the time.
I need something to hide behind, just something to hide behind.
Track Name: Empty O's
I've been hopelessly waiting for the rising seas.
There's a storm always passing but never leaving me.
I'm treating everything like it is foreign to me and every sign like a symptom of a deadly diseases. Cause I'm just comfortable feeling sorry.
My heart is a flawless machine never faltering, don't write it off not like you've been.
And I'm growing older and sick with fear.
Before this goes any further I want to be clear that I'm right here.