woke up again to an empty pocket scene i can t pretend that this is where i want to be the tide is flowing this body s rolling into the sea you see these bones they re black and charred from all these years they ve lost control of this wheel it s so unclear of where to go of what to know i ve lost control and it feels like every day s the same fight want to burn out so bright and be more than what i am and this half life that i m leading it s all so demeaning but i am doing what i can to stand again just want the ground to stop moving from my feet sick of the sound this quake screams as it defeats what was so still i ve lost the will to calm this down got flint and steel given in this arctic night had all the skills needed to set these thoughts alight but as some sick sort of joke came the rain oh how it poured down over me all over me and it feels like every day s the same fight want to burn out so bright and be more than what i am and this half life that i m leading it s all so demeaning but i am doing what i can to stand again to stand again and it feels like every day s the same fight want to burn out so bright and be more than what i am and this half life that i m leading it s all so demeaning but i am doing what i can to stand again1