In this world of instability
All we’ve got is hope and luck
Stuck it drive, slaves to mobility
Like a clock that’s wound too much
I try to keep a quiet conscious but sometimes its gotta shout past yours
Struggling to survive and to make it out alive
You always told me I’m my own worst enemy but your keeping me at war
And all the hurt you do to me from the atmosphere to my door
Why is it hard to see I can’t stand this anymore?
With all the hurt you do to me from the atmosphere to my door
I’m not stuck on immortality cause no one here gets out alive
And I box the ghost in front of me but I lose every time
I believe in a better day even if it’s only 2 out of 24
It’s just a case of wishful thinking when my heart feels like I’m sinking but it wont sink anymore
My past went up in smoke my future took it in
Clouding my mind and clearing it up again
Nothing deeper from my story shyness a mediocre word for broken static too much spoken