ID the Poet - Running Dry lyrics

[Verse 1] We're haunted by our own ghosts Holding onto false hopes We've already k**ed tomorrow Tying off our own ropes We're often biting down Chokin' on exactly how We're supposed to overcome our doubts We control the plan with our hands As we watch it all play out In the past we asked not and Watched the share crops get bought for low cost Lost hold and fought The perils of being so free Trapped up in our own thoughts So here we are again Stuck between a rock and distant star Wishing to be anywhere but where we are The righteous path is sure too rough for your car No driving pa**ed the past that plants all these old scars [Hook1] Hold on To the fall, the failure, the error Through the loss, sadness and despair 'Til it hurts so much 'til it's crushed in your clutch Into dust But you still never give it up [Verse 2] We hold on to the days when our fortune was upon us When tragedy sleeps and the smiles were abundant When that, face in the mirror was young and full of something When the lines on my face were only there when I grinned Hold on to the thought until the water boils hot When the kettle whistle blows it gets lost in our tea cup We all die alone but for now the crowd grows Louder and lounder until the moment explodes Every piece is a path, not always exposed They try to pry it from your hands and replace it with gold Just so they can have something to hold Until their d**h Before we learned and eclipse is God's silhouette Like a long shadow cast across my path I collapse And long to laugh through my oxygen mask A tear gas canister can't work on the ma** We're holding on to every moment etched into this gla** [Hook2] Hold on To the energy Vivid Imagery Of memories-breathe Let's not forget to Hold on To humility, smash vanity If you're feeling me hold up your tragedy Hold on To the chance, to the pain To the dancing in the rain And the madman signing this refrain Hold on To expression, of stress and confession For a second all they need to hear is "Yes" no question [Hook1] Hold on To the fall, the failure, the error Through the loss, sadness and despair 'Til it hurts so much 'til it's crushed in your clutch Into dust But you still never give it up [Verse 3] I'm parched from the desert winds and clever wins And through this weathered lens I watch the well run dry again Drip, drip tongue like a withered stem With a blood red rose on the end This culture of cults like vultures descend Taking my soul and the wind out of the fabric of my sails And sold to the highest bid I've died twice but continue to live My heart sank to the deepest pit needing a prayer to uplift A wing so I could fly before the comet hits They got it much better than you And them right there they're much better than you But see some got it way worse than you At least I can tell about it, in a verse or two You're now tuned in to the fair and balanced news This ain't the truth just an open wound To show you how the world works and moves From the heart on its sleeves to the soul on its shoes Tell me what it's worth, to you