Eternal Sleep Pt II
I'm tired of waiting
Being last in line is something I've unfortunately become accustomed to
And I simultaneously have no control or say in the matter
They call it "The Panic"
I find myself lost in her grasp as she steals the kiss off the words that crest my lips
Nothing has a purpose anymore
Nothing has a meaning
Reflections of reflecting and wandering beings
What does this mean?
I've been questioning nearly everything that this life has thrown at me.
Why do I wake when I cannot sleep?
What keeps me tethered to the hope of no longer suffering?
Walking through downtrodden men who have been beaten and broken by less than they've been
Forgive and forget
That's what they tell me
But I forget to forgive when I see what you've actually been doing
Clawing at my forearms and scraping at my feet
As I'm stumbling through dark forests struggling to breathe
Separate the lies from what's been and
Create the bridge to fill the gaps for what is to be
Well, I've been building and building and these bridges seem to lead to nowhere but Constant worry
This life is indeed fleeting, slowly but surely they'll tell you "you're needing societies Blessing" to be who you're supposed to be being
Redefine existence as what you don't see
And redesign your livelihood as what you don't need
Because life is simply not what it seems
Time is precious
And should be valued more than anything.
Human experience
The touch of a loved one
The memory of what could've been and the knowledge of what should be
These are life's greatest blessings.
These are the things that keep me going
Don't give in
Find your purpose
Give life your own meaning
And please, for the love of God
Give up this nocturnal state of eternal sleep.
They call it "The Panic"
I call you "my love"
Time will pass on
I won't be here
But still you remind me
Who I am, and who I should be
Is not who I was, so set me free.
Save me from myself
It's how you remind me who I should be
End this suffering
It's how you remind me who I should be
Who could this be?
It's how you remind me who I should be
What does this mean?
It's how you remind me who I should be
Life is not what it seems
In the depths of my mind I refute everything
When times are tough
And I can't think
I revert to my nocturnal state
Of eternal sleep
What does this mean?
So now I'll remind you of who I should be
Being last in line is something I've unfortunately become accustomed to
And I simultaneously have no control or say in the matter
They call it "The Panic"
I find myself lost in her grasp as she steals the kiss off the words that crest my lips
Nothing has a purpose anymore
Nothing has a meaning
Reflections of reflecting and wandering beings
What does this mean?
I've been questioning nearly everything that this life has thrown at me.
Why do I wake when I cannot sleep?
What keeps me tethered to the hope of no longer suffering?
Walking through downtrodden men who have been beaten and broken by less than they've been
Forgive and forget
That's what they tell me
But I forget to forgive when I see what you've actually been doing
Clawing at my forearms and scraping at my feet
As I'm stumbling through dark forests struggling to breathe
Separate the lies from what's been and
Create the bridge to fill the gaps for what is to be
Well, I've been building and building and these bridges seem to lead to nowhere but Constant worry
This life is indeed fleeting, slowly but surely they'll tell you "you're needing societies Blessing" to be who you're supposed to be being
Redefine existence as what you don't see
And redesign your livelihood as what you don't need
Because life is simply not what it seems
Time is precious
And should be valued more than anything.
Human experience
The touch of a loved one
The memory of what could've been and the knowledge of what should be
These are life's greatest blessings.
These are the things that keep me going
Don't give in
Find your purpose
Give life your own meaning
And please, for the love of God
Give up this nocturnal state of eternal sleep.
They call it "The Panic"
I call you "my love"
Time will pass on
I won't be here
But still you remind me
Who I am, and who I should be
Is not who I was, so set me free.
Save me from myself
It's how you remind me who I should be
End this suffering
It's how you remind me who I should be
Who could this be?
It's how you remind me who I should be
What does this mean?
It's how you remind me who I should be
Life is not what it seems
In the depths of my mind I refute everything
When times are tough
And I can't think
I revert to my nocturnal state
Of eternal sleep
What does this mean?
So now I'll remind you of who I should be
Credits
Writer(s): Steven Mccoshum
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