This is a song about anxiety
Lyrics:
Just below the brine, beneath the salt and slime, between the alleyways that compose the wrong
Feel the form and function, the break in this junction, though I might fright, it's only a song
I remember in Moonlight, the softest of glows, on a sea of colorful waves, gone greyscale in darkness lost all of what shows, now what shows, it slows and decays
All I can see is the ability, to pick the pickings clean, and cover all I see in ink
Dont say, a real goodbye, or was that yesterday, I thought you said you wanted to die
You say you like the way I talk, but in the way I walk, you know the shoes would never fit right
Go find, the riteous man, ask him if hes right, does the good win out in the end
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Who's seen the man they say, lives in endless halls and picks the good ones out from the fray
Who hides, in the atomic bomb, to be there for the day, we try to find out what it can solve
I swear, upon what lies above I washed my hands of all the love I can
Fortifying culture, evaluating risk, it penetrates fluorescent lights and balls up in your fist
It's the ache, in the back, the mouths in my eyes
One place that doesn't know that everybody dies
Build up and destroy, a song of your own, I just can't stand when you scream and you moan
My moonlight is fading
Though it wasn't bright before
There's no morning waiting
So I'll sleep on the floor
