Living in a photograph.
Life is what you made it.
Waver in the candlelight.
All the lights are faded.
If this is what you want than this is what you'll get.
But all these barren years haven't beat you yet. You'll show them who you are with every action.
The wave is catching up with me.
And it might drag me out to sea.
But I'll go anyway.
You're ringing out in dissonance.
Will you lead or follow.
Denial is a razor blade, that you've been trying to swallow.
I look down at my hands.
All scarred up and beaten into a shape not mine a shape untrue, by this work that's not my work. Lord what am I to do? Lord what am I to do?
The wave is catching up with me.
And it might drag me out to sea.
But I'll go anyway.