I must be dreaming
Take up arms against a sea worth feeding?
I Can't fight this tired feeling.
So many times I've tried retreating.
Hold me up when I stop breathing, sow me up to stop the bleeding.
Good Bye....
My psyche won't stop streaming nightmares my soul feeds on.
I'd like to find a quiet season.
Wake me up when the sky stops screaming.
Inside of me there's still something burning;
Humbly a system, slowly churning.
Sear and seek, fuck there's no reason.
Try after try I only loose sight.
Maybe in the morning hours I'll find it;
Quickly growing, never showing, but always flowing on and on.
Through all these years.......
