The Curse Of Lost Days

[Part I]

[Instrumental]

[Part II]

No one and nothing will ever remain true
Somehow someway we will see through
Someday maybe this will make sense

Clinging to something vague
I'm hesitant to know what lies ahead
Hesitant to stick to what might fall
Hesitant to trust anyone who walks
In the end is it you or me

No one and nothing will ever remain true
Somehow someway we will see through

A clouded outlook claims
Anxiety makes my tendons strain
Anxiety forces trust in something
Anxiety won't let me maintain

Crux of all desire lay somewhere
Inside dreams and imagery appear
Nervous laughter doubting fear

No one and nothing will ever remain true
Somehow someway we will see through

Clinging to something vague
I'm hesitant to hope on all accounts
Hesitant to know what lies ahead
Hesitant to trust anyone who walks
But in the end is it you or me

What happens will be

[Part III]

Walls crumble on shadows
Twisted images become clear
Breaking four parts into two
Passing thoughts like car window views

Sky breathes precipitation
Trees bend knowledge of past
Youth ages like molding breed
Water speaks secrets loudly

The odd brain lies gospel
Truth light holds dark content
Heavy bares no weight at all
Dreams offer more pain then life

One day we will see past
All this bullshit
We will move on and never look back
Stare past what you can see
Look inside and find what's real

What happens will be

[Part IV]

[Instrumental]

[Part V]

Tonight in the air
You can feel the tension burning
The lies have fallen in place
In the wind you can see
All your passions are free

Tonight where are no rules
Just endless visions of truth
Solitude surrounds this space
Left alone but with company

The sounds in my head move much faster
As this noise is cathartic
A downpour of feelings comes in use to understand
What once seemed right is a curse of lost days
To fit in is to give up
All luck is bad
But somehow we survive and move on