Mend and Conquer

No False comfort
Mend and conquer

Hold the anesthetic
Because if it's copacetic
I'll finally be on my way
Seeking nothing more than peace of mind that can't be found
On this side of the grave

Set to sail
I'm sinking
Drifting slowly like the sea
I'll keep overthinking
Nothing is what it seems

The tides start to pull and the winds carry me away
This cloud overhead is a reigning plague

Show me the end
Conquer and mend

Hold the anesthetic
Because if it's copacetic
I'll finally be on my way
Seeking nothing more than peace of mind that can't be found
On this side of the grave



Credits
Writer(s): Brent Gates
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