buried deep inside me
the light can no longer find me
it shrinks into the distance
and the tunnel becomes the dark that consumes me
what was hope is now just a day dream
still I can’t sleep

so I pray to a doubtful god
I pray to the hopeful mind fuck
because what I want and what I need
is freedom from what’s haunting me
can I get out?
someone has got to let me out

Before I send it, I ask it of myself
because I know it’s not mine
but I want it anyway
still I know there’s a better way I’ve seen it
so many better ways
But somehow I’m still looking for a key of any size

salivating, waiting
thinking that your time will come
but it’s taking too long
and your time is running out
so close but so far
closer, but it’s further
no matter how fast you run
you might as well be chasing the sun
you’re gonna die
before you reach the prize

beg for it
to get another you gotta say forfeit
we’ve got a another straggler
one we left behind
let him die
it’s not worth saving his life

I’ve wandered this path so lost
I always think it’s over
is it over yet?
what is left
oh, what is left in store?

I wonder what the fuck is the point
I hope to understand it
one day I’ll understand what’s wrong

It’s not that I think this is real, it’s just that it feels so real
and so do my dreams but they pass so fast
even though it feels no different
and even though sleep is where I spend so much of my existence
the difference is the waking life’s much more persistent
and when I wake all the bullshit piles up and buries me
and they say life is but a dream
but a nightmare is more like what I’ve seen

daylight sanitizes
daylight sanitizes

I know it’s not enough to keep dreaming
the world’s spinning and I keep building resentment
hold on my shoulders the weight of the disparity
my question is no longer why but how
how do I fix what is wrong with me?

In the silence there waits peacefulness
but my ears ring, and it keeps me from it
so let me say one more thing before we go to sleep
if I die before I wake, just crack a smile please
Just be happy that finally I have no need to breathe
no need to breathe
because breathing was always a chore
and life so often such a bore
so can you blame me when I say
I don’t desire more