Not Too Tall, Not Too Cool

Hollow little home
In this time we've come to know
We're nothing more than migrants

(And) The antithesis of ignorance is bliss
This is bigger than ourselves

Feel it on your skin
Oxytocin floods the brain
Never been so scared
The winter waits for no one but itself
Feeling like a child
The only real constant is change
Lost, but not alone
In searching for a sense of self

Each and all things that you love, you could've never truly known
And all this time, we've been taking this for granted

Out of sight and out of mind
Something greater lies in store for us

Every sleepless night
Finds yourself viewing your own wake
Pacing in a room
Pondering the dust upon your shelf
Where's the sense at all
In praying for an early grave
Every heavy step
In searching for a sense of self

If you keep fear from your mind, then it's not half bad
You're bleeding half to death trying to figure out what's
going to happen next, but It's all happening exactly as it should



Credits
Writer(s): Johan Guerra
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