Explorers

Is there no hope?
Is there not someone to save our souls?
Is this some joke?
Some punchline I'm missing, I'm feeling it as I scroll
I see visions of horrors and driven explorers who roam without strife or care
But I can't ignore that feeling that they are concealing the same as what's in my head

Can you say that you don't feel the same?

We're making excuses, pretending that we're clueless to the fact we've got it wrong
It might not be so bad but everyone knows that and yet still, we carry on

We build right up
They push back down
This is our turf
So stand your ground
Don't let them break your back
I can't decide
If I should die
For something or
Just rely on hope
Well that doesn't seem like a plan
That doesn't seem like a plan

A dream so lucid you'd always refuse to believe you were almost asleep
And I can't say that I've woken up just yet
A dream so lucid you'd always refuse to believe you were almost asleep
But I can't say that I've given up just yet

We're taking our chances that we'll be fine regardless of how we carry on
I might not be so glad to see how it all pans out
How can I be strong?

They take what's ours
We get shit back
Then they say
Shit was all we had
And we should thank them for that
I can't decide
If I should die
For this thing or
Just put on my coat
And I won't see you round the back
That doesn't seem like a plan

A dream so lucid you'd always refuse to believe you were almost asleep
And I can't say that I've woken up just yet
A dream so lucid you'd always refuse to believe you were almost asleep
But I can't say that I've given up just yet