Oh your god!
Zoning out
Where am I now?
A little bit heavy
I'm bleeding
from my head
This evening
everything turned red
I give back
take your time
I hate you but love your mind
Failed transmission, indecision,
pornographic princess
oh your god
Be honest
waste my time
Among them
I'll stay with my mind
Face the wall
go around it
leave the painting waiting
He who bleeds for the people
leaves the people bleeding
Failed transmisison, indecision,
pornographic priestess
oh your god
Dreams have a way of building
bridges (oh) but they just tend to burn (your) spirit as you turn to praying to (god) but he just wants
to (break) everything that makes a
free mind (oh) and he just might
succeed (your) chain of lies is getting tighter (god) is nowhere
to be found
Oh your god
can go back
to the hell he designed
Blessed with a voice
always out of tune
because I spoke too soon
Made in a trap
she went to understand it
she couldn't stand herself
Here you go
I see your brain start working
but was it worth it asking
Where am I now?
What have I done?
Who will I be
when everything is gone,
brain?
Robbed by herself
she went to reclaim it
but I never gave it back
Hollow souls with shoes
she wore the greatest kind when they forced them off
Broken
but they were all new
I had to bother
to see what's true
And I thought
all your webs aligned
and I run the other way
Away
And this time I'll be good
hold my arms in
safe ride
I'll make peace with my head
go with the flow
as I'm zoning out.
Damaged
in the most complete kind of way
The seagulls vanished
replaced by rays
And I thought all birds had a generous mind
And I run the other way
Away
I was afraid
you would never ask
that you got comfortable behind that mask
And as the couch
grips a hold of me
for the first time I can see clearly
I see your mountains I have to go
but grandma says I'm better than that
So I bring my shades to the party because I'm losing my skins
told my the father
told by the sun
But hey
you are the better man
So pour your flaws in a glass
and drink to prove that you can
pull your head out your ass
I feel a little bit high
I feel a little bit blue
I feel a little bit heavy
I dream of a place beyond the trees
where all believers are down on their knees
I stand tall but they can't arise
the old book is filling them with lies
and it's the same kind of corporate shame
I've come to believe there is a better way
I've come to believe there is a better place