Epiphany

It's three in the morning
To still to sleep.
The dark is bliss
But my mind is drenched
In kerosene.

If struggle is real
And our time alive
Is short,
Then why do I reach
For the screens I see
That pull my world
Apart?

Pull the plug
Rewind the tape
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
Pull the plug
And draw the shades
I'm wide awake

I don't have
The brakes to
Slow it down.
I guess I'm in a race
To the bottom
For an enlightened crown
I just need to sleep
Before I break down
Or get plugged in
Just to
Fucking burn out
I don't need a screen
To believe anything
That I might've
Not seen.

Pull the plug
Rewind the tapes
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
Pull the plug
And draw the shades
I'm wide awake
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Wide awake

The remedy is
In ourselves
A product of
Our love

Pull the plug
Rewind the tapes
I'm wide awake
Pull the plug
And draw the shades
I'm wide awake
Wide awake
Oh,
Wide awake
Oh,
Wide awake



Credits
Writer(s): Kenny Hada
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