Can you hear me? Are you listening? Can you feel me? Am I Dreaming? Sometimes I cant take The pressure or the weight Its crushing and I'm no Atlas nor Apollo This pills too big to swallow Am I empty? Is there anything? Left here for me? Suspense is killing Sometimes I cant take The pressure or the weight Its crushing and I'm no Atlas nor Apollo This pills too big to swallow Cant stop the bleeding My veins are screaming My soul is whispering I need some clarity Sometimes I cant take The pressure or the weight Its crushing and I'm no Atlas nor Apollo This pills too big to swallow

Here on a shallow earth I spin circles incessantly Between my death and birth Confusion takes a hold of me Its rhythmic and its cyclicle The way that mania turns To depression and I'm miserable And all that I love burns Watching the fall eternally Until the end of time From deep in the infirmary Perpetually following blind Under a burning sun I feel myself evaporate Into the cloud of depression No longer can I relate When the moon makes the waves Crash into sandy shores Mania takes hold, it fades I'm left wanting more Above my comfort by six feet I walk aimlessly on the ground Awaiting the undertaker To lower me down I go down, where I can carry the crown The forest is in flames I get jealous of its renewal Deep within become enraged At getting stuck in the cycle Of lower highs and higher lows Like an auger in reverse Downward is all that I know Is enlightenment or naivitey worse? The trail follows the train rail Toward the cemetery gates This disease has made me frail And I've become my own inmate

Focus on your flaws until they become your strength They say you're only as strong as your weakest link Take your own advice learn when to fight and when to run Take control of your own life before you're staring down the gun I'm searching, for a way To find my passion, to find my place At times I'm lost, or someplace like it Theres always a cost, when I forget Growth is never easy step out on the ledge Take the plunge enjoy the ride live life on the edge Pain is necessary keep treading water dont drown Overcome your fears dont ever let them take you down I've never fought, as hard as I should Just simply accepted, that I'm no good But now I'll strive, to better myself Before it's too late, and I'm ash on a shelf Growth is never easy step out on the ledge Take the plunge enjoy the ride live life on the edge Pain is necessary keep treading water dont drown Overcome your fears dont ever let them take you down I'll keep looking, for a better way out From deep inside my head, so full of self doubt And now I've found, something to hold A purpose to live for, a reason to grow old Growth is never easy step out on the ledge Take the plunge enjoy the ride live life on the edge Pain is necessary keep treading water dont drown Overcome your fears dont ever let them take you down

I have tried desperately To understand the way you breathe Thought outside myself but still I just cant seem to find the will To open up my eyes again I thought I'd find my own way in You turned the light out on my life At least its softer on the eyes You're remnants of a black hole The ghost of a distant universe You're the star I used to know Burned out for better or for worse I have sought after some truth At this point the lies envelope you Not sure what's left to believe Looking for some sort of reprieve Take me back in history To the birth of the skies and seas Another place another time Buried beneath another life You're remnants of a black hole The ghost of a distant universe You're the star I used to know Burned out for better or for worse I have felt whole worlds collapse You're always slightly out of grasp Like the wind you flow right through And life becomes a part of you I think I've seen this all before The beginning of an ancient world From below the heat does rise And melts away your naive disguise You're remnants of a black hole The ghost of a distant universe You're the star I used to know Burned out for better or for worse

so distracted by the signals floating freely through our air like a virus goes unnoticed until were 7/10th's impaired now to breathe requires graphs and charts that are used to compare and contrast elation reward frustration pride and then despair while we wager feelings over thoughts or the adverse in turn by day during endless conversation with the ghosts of parts we've played in younger days and simpler times we now admit to some dismay but those conveniences we leech onto somehow lead us astray now we viddy all the films in colors the real world could not offer but moloko plus and ultra violence tend not to make realization softer written words distorted and mis-portrayed is exactly what came after censors depict the world to the public without the 21'st chapter yes its typical worn and jaded but weve forgot with all the static that interferes with the electrodes that are created in your attic infecting through the bloodstream with a zombie like tactic severing brain stems first and rapidly it spreads and it is quite sporadic so we chance the side effects just to advance - or do we regress? the tele tells me "things are fine" and "look at all the progress" but the headlines sing a different tune when between the lines is stressed and if we'd put the gadgets down we'd realize its obvious but now we viddy all the films in colors the real world has forget and all the polly in your pocket cant buy back what we have lost cos epic tales will be believed when there is no concern of cost of constant commercialism to convince common trust ***please disregard this notice if you ignore it it will go away*** ***check in to the illusion, we hope that you enjoy your stay!*** so distracted by the signals floating freely through our air like a virus goes unnoticed until were 7/10th's impaired now to breathe requires graphs and charts that are used to compare and contrast elation reward frustration pride and then despair while we wager feelings over thoughts or the adverse in turn by day during endless conversation with the ghosts of parts we've played in younger days and simpler times we now admit to some dismay but those conveniences we leech onto somehow lead us astray now we viddy all the films in colors the real world could not offer but moloko plus and ultra violence tend not to make realization softer written words distorted and mis-portrayed is exactly what came after censors depict the world to the public without the 21'st chapter yes its typical worn and jaded but weve forgot with all the static that interferes with the electrodes that are created in your attic infecting through the bloodstream with a zombie like tactic severing brain stems first and rapidly it spreads and it is quite sporadic so we chance the side effects just to advance - or do we regress? the tele tells me "things are fine" and "look at all the progress" but the headlines sing a different tune when between the lines is stressed and if we'd put the gadgets down we'd realize its obvious but now we viddy all the films in colors the real world has forget and all the polly in your pocket cant buy back what we have lost cos epic tales will be believed when there is no concern of cost of constant commercialism to convince common trust

we don't know exactly what does truly exist when feelings fade each time the clock tries to resist and colors change when you let your mind lose control but the truth devastates the lies as they both take their toll on the fragile state of being between the saddest songs for a second in the silence we forget what's right and wrong as the lyrics form a stream and it explains your darkest dream while the rhythm splits the seams and its static is so serene there's a puzzle in the patterns of electrodes in your brain as we decipher all their meanings we find they often change at such a speed we cant keep pace and watch the newest storm spin circles like our mouth talk in each time an idea forms but we cant trace them on a map or record in a book because these opinions drift away just as fast as they took and the lyrics become serene and change the rhythm of the stream the static in your dreams does best explain your splitting seams