On the worst days, it’s growing, growing so slowly
What to embody? A plea for the remedy
Forced into a place that never felt like home
And if it takes me here then where is there left to go?
To strike before it’s all too late
Put to rest, all souls are safe
Existing in the maze
Memory is imperfect
Take my hand, let’s slip beneath the surface
On the worst days, I slip, as dеceitful as hope is
Walking on a knife-еdge, I traced the line and I leapt
It’s been strange and stranger still
Freed from the fears that paralyze
Always distaste, always regret, the least of it
A revelation into reality unspoken
Between the signs and the sounds, taking shape encompassing
All things begin and end here
What it means to be
In the aftermath of tragedy
What it means to be
Finally uncaged and I lost my way
Understanding the relevance of the eclipse
When I can’t forgive
Nothing is ever enough