I'd like to walk beside my hidden fear I'd like to gaze into the clear I'd like to have my spirit unbound and free again I'd like to live without this
I can't save you I can't believe you, yea I am the ground where you will lie I am the wind where you will fly We've lost in a place Where time is holding
I'm checking into leaving, yeah, I'm folding I'm tired of breaking down and shaking this life around I'm tired of praying, yeah, I'm tired of trying myself
Take, take a look behind you A little look inside you 'Cause all you've known has gone up and down [Incomprehensible] well I'm just a little bit angry
Rain is falling down inside my head The pain is always there to stop the sun From shining and, and the world feels heavy Oh I can see my eyes have
Breathe in and out again And pray that it isn't all in my head If I'm getting out of bed Then I'm getting off the ground If you're going to say to
So close but we both seem miles away I've been so tired and it's too late to end the day So ends the wait and we both need not wonder why Cold heart
Shelter shelter won't you rescue me My soul has fallen from the sky I've eaten all that you said to me was true And I'm facing hatred for my life For
Who's that makin' out with an angry mind? Fearful, dark and wandering Futile practice with the wisdom of the changes Concentrating on the blind I said
A one-way ticket to a place that's cold and ill The following twisted dream is what keeps me in this shell Could have been a doctor or a Harvard priest
Shut up where are you goin'? Don't you know I'm talkin' to you? I said, "Sit down, pay attention All right then, go to your room" Hey now, don't you
Moving around on your own and you're bloated Tryin' to walk out your door but you're loaded I feel the words you hear I climb the walls you build You
Yeah, nigga The smoke of New York Get up, come on There's nowhere to run to when death becomes you Some say your soul may burn in the flame So front
U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D I can't bring myself to say it. No siree I'm a carriage with no marriage I'm a van without a man I've been U.N.C.O.U.P.L.E.D Was
inside the convex lens we all crash new jet planes tonight. and the sin is back in medicine. beltway goes around. monuments are thinking. beltway burns
the first time. the second time. let's stop this clock from starting. wrong, the time's spelled wrong. why won't you ever start? why won't you? time ticking
Slow down. It's in the skin of my knees. End up dead in some cypress grove. Tattoo the rind to my skin. Tattoo the sound in my lungs. Don't want to see
quiet mouths speak in quiet codes of the contagious headaches that sent them home to empty tombs (or parents beds) with flashcards to memorize their wounds
