Isolated by humanity, a disregard for this life.
So I’m compelled by the unseen and I am dreaming in sunlight.
Why are we still standing alone in the dark, in the dark?
Why are we still standing...
Why are we still standing alone?

Spent so many days trying to say, “what I’ve become is what I’m afraid of”.

I’m becoming sick, too sick to see the world and it’s real reputation.
I’m sick of saying I’m satisfied.
I’ve become sick, too sick to see these people and their true revelations.
I’m sick of saying I’m sorry.

Just remember to feel the warmth of the sun.
Just remember to feel the air in your lungs.
I am reminded that the power is deep within ourselves.
It’s enough, it's enough, it's enough to bring us back.

If home is where the heart is, why am I this fucking cold?
When is it time to let us go?
Feelings of dread that live deep in my chest, taking charge of movement, taking over breath.
Rest.

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