Almost There

He stands up on the stage
What will he see while looking down?
All the precious heads?
Or all the seeds he's yet to slow?
Maybe I'm the fake
Maybe I'm the fraud
To change it in a sane or malicious way?

I'm caught in the wave again
The season's delight
Of making my way through the herd
You're falling away
I can't stand keeping the lie
I could not pretend to forego

What will I say in this display?
Oh sure, I'll lie
What will I face to win this race?
Broken eyes

We're waiting on the call from what will not stand
I love how they can lead without us in mind
Fuck this curtain call for what will not stand
We're almost there



Credits
Writer(s): Walter Louis Christian Stanley
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